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I enjoyed reading this so much. It hurt in some of the best ways.

Shameless Epilogue: 2020+

Author: vyduan Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader Genre: Slow burn, friends to lovers Rating: Explicit Warning: smut, PTSD, depression, self harm, substance abuse, physical abuse, childhood abuse, emotional/psychological abuse Word Count: Total word count 42,627 Chapter Summary: Wherein Y/N and Yoongi grow up and make a life together. Chapter Notes: A bit of fluff, a bit of smut.

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Epilogue: 2020+

February 2020

When the pandemic hit, you were in Taipei finishing a nationally televised talent show similar to America’s Got Talent. As a judge and mentor, you could have flown back and forth from Seoul, but since Yoongi was in Los Angeles living his best American life, you opted to stay in Taiwan for the duration of the shoot.

You almost broke up with Yoongi three times.

First, he video chatted himself eating a Tommy burger with extra chili. The next time, it was an In-n-Out double-double animal style. But the sandwich that made you reconsider your future together was the bacon, egg and cheese sandwich from eggslut.

“This is an unwarranted attack,” you declared. “Oh my god, is the yolk oozing over the bacon and cheese?” You wailed. “I thought you loved me! I thought you said you weren’t going to have multiple sexual partners! I thought you said you missed Korean food! Our whole relationship is a lie!”

“Your reaction seems… excessive.”

“Our love may never recover,” you rued. “This definitely qualifies as a top ten anime betrayal.”

You watched him lick the yolk and suck the gooey center into his mouth and moaned.

“Seriously?” laughed Yoongi. “I can’t tell if you’re aroused or hungry.”

“I don’t see why it has to be an either or.”

Yoongi sighed contentedly. “You’re ridiculous, Y/N.”

“It’s my most endearing quality,” you agreed. “I’m meeting the director to discuss her vision for her next project, so I have to head out. If I find out you ate Jack-in-the-Box without me, you have to role play as Yoonji the next time we have sex.”

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May 2020

“This is really serious, Yoongi,” said Seokjin. “Does Y/N know?”

“No, not yet. My friend just asked me about it because they saw it trending on Naver. It’s the only reason I even know. You know me, hyung. I don’t follow trends.”

“You know it’s not true, right?” Seokjin asked quietly. “I love her, but not – we have never – “

“Of course, I know, hyung.”

“You need to tell her. She probably already knows because she is always on social media,” advised Seokjin. “I’ll inform management and the rest of the group.”

“What if Y/N leaves me again, hyung?” asked Yoongi desolately. “What if this is too much for her?”

Seokjin said, not unkindly, “Then she’ll leave. You’ll both be miserable for a while. And then you’ll move on and find love again.”

“Hyung, I don’t want to do any of that.”

“I know, Yoongi.”

“This is actually worse than what she feared,” Yoongi elaborated. “It never occurred to her that JTBC would report an outright lie - let alone imply she is blackmailing you and I with sex tapes.”

“I don’t even understand how they drew that conclusion from a blurry video of Y/N and I eating dinner together yesterday.”

“They said they got an anonymous tip from an industry insider saying Y/N and I were dating. So they broke that story first - but then received that video of you two and it evolved into her cheating on me with you. Somehow from there, they jumped to blackmail and claimed we’re on the verge of disbandment.”

“Wow. That’s a stretch.”

“It’s not the first time JTBC has distorted a normal, everyday occurrence.”

“What did JTBC report this time?” you asked, entering Seokjin’s room. “I thought I would find you two here.”

“You may want to sit down, Y/N,” said Yoongi bleakly.

You did not respond the way he thought you would respond.

“You know Big Hit will say they do not comment on the personal lives of their artists,” you observed calmly. “ARMY and Jezebels will report people and then our company will sue the shit out of them.”

“I thought - I thought you would freak out,” stammered Yoongi. He felt faintly on the verge of tears. “Why are you so calm about this?”

“Because it’s an obvious lie. Do you know how many people write weird fanfics shipping me with a cross section of you guys? Or how many videos there are dissecting our interactions on YouTube?”

“I thought you were going to leave me again,” Yoongi said, starting to cry.

You crossed over to Yoongi and hugged him long and hard. “I’m sorry I hurt you so much before, Yoongi. I love you, and I’m so, so sorry.”

You wiped his tears and kissed him on the forehead.

“I’m going to step outside for a few minutes,” said Seokjin. “But if you have sex on my bed, you have to buy me new sheets.”

Yoongi bought his hyung premium sheets and a new bed.

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“Y/N returns with her first studio album since December 2019 with ‘To Whatever End,’ (Big Hit Entertainment, 2022). Shocking in its accessibility, all 16 tracks follow traditional song arrangements. The album is a fitting end to her ‘Shameless’ series and mines all forms of human love, that which exists between lovers, friends, and families. The eponymous title track is poignant, the epic orchestration belying the quiet domesticity of the lyrics. It is the only love song Y/N has ever released.” - The Hankyoreh, June 2022

“An unrestrained declaration of joy.” - The Korea Herald, June 2022

“Let us love until we have faces, until we have no fear.” - Album dedication, “To Whatever End” (2022)

June 2022

For the first time since you immigrated to Korea, your album was a smash hit with critics and the general public alike. While some fans complained that you sold out, most of the Jezebels were just ecstatic you released something new.

Even Jungkook liked the album.

The title track, “To Whatever End,” was predicted to be 2022’s hottest wedding song. The elitist part of you was slightly appalled. The practical part (and the part that still craved approval) was just fine with the popularity. It swept through Korea and the rest of Asia - so much so that you were planning a Mandarin repackage.

You released a duet with Taehyung for a K-drama OST which broke a record for number of streams for a soundtrack in the first week. You marveled anew at the power of BTS and its members - and at the fact you were friends.

It had become an open industry secret that you and Yoongi were an item. But despite Dispatch and the other gossip sites’ numerous attempts to break the story or link you together, Big Hit maintained the party line of never commenting on their artists’ personal lives. Neither you nor Yoongi confirmed or denied your relationship - even after you were spotted sporting an understated cushion cut diamond ring on your ring finger a few weeks after Yoongi and Seokjin separately entered the Korean Military Service.

You busied the first few months of Yoongi’s service with album promotions and performances. For the first time in years, you sang, played, and danced on stage. After an extended tour of twelve stops - many countries a first for you - you were relieved to come home.

—

Thank you so much for the Song of the Year Daesang. It is an honor. Thank you to my Jezebels for your years of love and support. You have worked hard and have waited so patiently. I hope to create new and different art for you in the future.

Thank you to my Big Hit family. Thank you to the staff, the production team, the style teams (everyone knows I am hopeless), and my kind, long-suffering manager, Ha-joon.

Thank you to my brother and mother. I love you.

And to PD-nim, let us love until we have faces, until we have no fear.

Thank you.

- Y/N, 2023 Song of the Year (Grand Prize) acceptance speech, 2023 Korean Music Awards

January 2023

The K-nets exploded after your acceptance speech.

Which PD-nim were you referring to? Most people considered it an unofficial confirmation of your relationship with Suga of BTS. But some sensationalists posited you were referring to Bang PD. They insinuated that the real reason Big Hit originally signed you was because you were sleeping with the erstwhile CEO.

Though the lewd and cruel speculation might have once offended and hurt you, it was now just another day in the Korean music industry. You found that you no longer cared what others thought of your talents and abilities.

You were liberally mocked in the group chat, most especially by Yoongi.

—

Surrounded by friends and family, Suga (BTS, Big Hit Entertainment) and Y/N (Big Hit Entertainment) wed in a private, civil ceremony in Seoul on 2 March, 2024. - Koreaboo, March 2024

March 2024

Though you had originally wanted a small wedding, Yoongi just had too many friends in the industry. He reasoned it would be rude to not throw a party for your collective friends to celebrate. You left the majority of the planning to him since you knew very little about Korean wedding customs and had (according to him) terrible aesthetics. (He was not wrong.)

You also left the honeymoon planning to him. You hated traveling (which he also found mind-boggling) and deferred to whatever he preferred. You didn’t plan on leaving the hotel room.

Your family planned a traditional Chinese tea ceremony where Yoongi, his brother, and his group members would have to bow and provide your family with gifts before they would be allowed inside to take you. It was such a patriarchal concept, and yet, you could not bring yourself to fight your family on it.

They also planned a wedding banquet in Taipei for your family and Taiwanese industry friends to attend. You resigned yourself to a cheesy night of celebrities hosting and roasting you and Yoongi on stage and a parade of Baked Alaskas in the dark as a close. There were, after all, traditions to uphold.

Oh, and how could you forget drinking a shot at every table?

Even though Yoongi could outdrink anyone you knew, you feared for his liver. You would have to draft Seokjin and Jimin to take some of the shots on his behalf.

But the party you were looking most forward to was the American style wedding reception you were planning in the Bay Area. You couldn’t wait to show Yoongi all your old haunts and have him meet your friends (he was stressed about all that English). You bribed him with tours of all the most famous wineries in the Napa, Sonoma, and Livermore valleys.

You requested all gifts be donations to select women’s shelters and programs for foster children.

—

July 2031

“Oh my god, Yoongi. Haven’t you ruined my body enough?” You squawked and batted his hands away.

“It’s not like I can get you any more pregnant,” said Yoongi as he returned to his side of the bed. “Besides, doesn’t semen kickstart labor? I thought you wanted the baby to come.”

“I do. I’m just so tired. I could barely get out of bed all day. Do you think it counts as education if the kids are watching cartoons in Chinese?”

“Sounds legit to me.”

“This is the last one, Yoongi. Four is enough,” you complained. “You’re getting snipped after this baby boy is born.”

Yoongi winced. “You’re the one who wanted four kids.”

“Why do you listen to me at all? You know I’m weak for fat babies.”

“I like how you look pregnant,” he shrugged. “I find it sexy to know that I’m the one who put the baby in you.”

“You’re a Neanderthal. Being the size of a whale isn’t conducive to sexy times, Yoongi.”

“I like whales.”

Yoongi put both his hands on your giant belly, bent over, and kissed your stomach. “Hey, little one. Appa, eomma, your hyungs, and noona can’t wait to meet you. Your mama wants you out, but stay in there just a little bit longer, okay?”

You harumphed but your heart fluttered. Though you witnessed daily Yoongi’s love for your children and yourself, it never got old. Was it any wonder all your children preferred his gentle presence over your constant exasperation?

It was so hard sometimes, these tiny humans you loved more than your own life - more than Yoongi (if you were honest). You hadn’t realized how broken you still were until the act of parenting children unearthed the jagged corners of your heart.

You were so afraid of becoming a monster.

Yoongi wrapped you in an awkward hug. “You getting stuck in your own head again, love?”

“What are we doing adding another person to our chaos?”

“Ah, we’ll figure it out. We always do.” He kissed your brow. “Besides,” he continued. “Don’t forget, love. You’re the smartest.”

You let him continue his path along your temple and hairline.

“And hard working.” You relaxed into his slow, comforting touch.

“The hardest.”

“And pretty?” you asked, still feeling too bloated and worn.

“The prettiest,” Yoongi agreed as he scooched you closer and mouthed down your neck.

You closed your eyes, wrapping your arms around his torso, still strong and broad as ever. You knew Yoongi used physical intimacy to ground you in the present. That it often ended in orgasms seemed an added bonus.

Yoongi reached your mouth and pressed his lips against yours, soft and entreating. You were both content to kiss like this for some time.

“And you love me?” you murmured against him as he nibbled on your lower lip.

“And I love you,” he affirmed, breath hot against your skin. “Let me show you?”

“Mmmmmmmmm, fine,” you sighed. “You made excellent points.”

“I always do. I’m an industry expert, you know. A respected professional.”

“An august personage,” you allowed.

He cupped a breast and you hissed. “Sorry, love. Old habits. And they’re huge and I can’t help it.”

“Well, stop. They’re sore and hurt and –”

Yoongi lifted your nightgown over your head and then shifted you to your side, fitting the curve of your back into his chest. He skimmed his fingertips over your arms in soothing, lazy arcs, his lips lingering on the skin of your neck and shoulder. He traced the familiar outlines of your tattoos. He kneaded his large hands into your back, eliciting a moan.

“Better?”

“Mmmmhmmmmm.”

He massaged your neck, your shoulders, and your lower back, digging into the knots right above your tailbone.

“Yoongi?”

“Yeah?”

“Your hands are magic.”

Yoongi chuckled. He removed your panties and hooked one of his arms around your body, his hand grazing the apex of your thighs as you reached back to palm his cock, firm and thick. He caressed your sex in purposeful strokes, his long fingers inquisitive, seeking your heat. “Always so ready for me, Y/N,” he rumbled into your back.

You tugged his pajamas partially down and Yoongi kicked them off the rest of the way. Lifting your leg to give him a little more access, you guided him to your entrance.

“So eager.”

“Just want you inside of me,” you said as he eased himself carefully into you. “Like the feel of you.”

Yoongi pushed himself deeper until his hips were flush with the curve of your ass. He blew out a breath. “I like the feel of you, too.” Languidly, he began to move. His cock dragged against your inner walls at a leisurely pace.

He made love to you in all the meanings of that word.

“I don’t know if I have the energy to come, Yoongi. Don’t wait for me.”

“Alright,” he acknowledged, picking up speed. His thrusts shallow but determined, Yoongi chased his release as quickly as possible. He knew you were tired. He continued painting figure eights around your clit, pressing harder every now and then into you. “Gonna come soon, love.”

“Mmmmmkay,” you responded, grinding back into him.

With a low huff, Yoongi came. When he had recovered his breath, he resumed his knowing touch on your sensitive nub. Though he was softening, he was still inside and gamely pumped into you, careful not to fall out.

The banked fire in your veins flared to life.

“You’re so good to me, Y/N,” Yoongi said. “Want to make you feel good. Let me make you feel good, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You felt his fingers slipping and sliding around your folds, the wet, sucking sounds thrilling you.

After so many years, Yoongi still made you want with a desperation that bordered on unseemly. His goodness, his love, his faithfulness expanded and enfolded the myriad of roles he took on: lover, husband, friend, father, and partner. He was infinitely sexy.

These were the thoughts passing through your mind when Yoongi whispered he loved you and you came, sweet and full.

—

August 2031

“I made you seaweed soup, Y/N,” Seokjin said as he came into your private hospital room. He placed the container of soup on the rollout table next to you. “How are you feeling?”

“Pretty good. I practically sneezed and he came out.”

Seokjin wrinkled his nose and just hmphed as he washed his hands. “Hand me my nephew, Yoongi-ah.” With a practiced hand, Seokjin cradled your newborn in his arms and cooed, letting the baby suck on his pinky.

“Where’s unni?” you asked.

“She’s dropping the kids off at school but she’ll be by later with boba.”

“Oh, thank god,” you groaned. You opened up the container and obediently drank the soup. “Thanks, oppa. You always take such good care of me.”

“Gotta take care of my favorite dongsaeng,” he winked.

“Hey, we’re literally all right here,” complained Jimin as he bounced your two year old son on his knee.

“Seriously, do our years as trainees mean nothing to you?” quipped Hoseok.

You laughed as your four year old escaped Taehyung’s grasp and climbed into bed with you. She snuggled into your side as you spooned her some soup.

“When’s your eomeoni coming, Y/N?” asked Namjoon. He had been listening to your oldest son practicing his hangul reading. His reading was a little delayed for a six year old, but that was because you had been stubborn and insisted he start Chinese characters first.

“She’s coming in a few weeks. Wanted to give us time to adjust to the new baby before she came by for a month.” You laughed. “Yoongi is cramming as much Chinese and English as he can. I told him to just stick to English - his pronunciation in Chinese is all over the place.”

“It’s a comedy of errors,” he lamented. “Two people with terrible English trying to communicate.”

“Hey, my mom’s English is great. It’s just yours that isn’t because you don’t practice. You understand her just fine.”

Yoongi held up his hands in defeat. “As you say, love. As you say.”

“Appa, can I have candy?” your daughter cut in. “You said I could have it after lunch and I had Mama’s soup so where’s my candy?”

“You had two sips, love.” At her pout, Yoongi caved and fished a lollipop out of his pocket. He also handed the other two kids one, too.

“Wow, you didn’t even hold out long enough for that to be called a skirmish,” teased Jungkook. “When I’m a dad, you can bet I won’t spoil my children.”

You and the older members just shook your heads. “Three more months, right, Kook?” you asked.

“Yeah,” he replied, glowing.

You let their voices surge around you, enveloping you in their familiar banter and presence. Yoongi caught your eye and smiled.

It was a good life.

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End Notes: 

For outtakes and a series of first meetings Yoongi had in relation to Y/N, please check out the companion piece, First Meetings. 

Thank you so much for reading my first BTS fanfic. I’ve thought about this story every spare moment for the last 2.5 years and I am grateful to finally commit it to paper. Thank you for the love and support for me, Y/N, and this fic. May you be safe and sound this 2020. 

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Wow, Johnny what an asswhole. You tell him off girl. The clap backs though.

Shameless Ch 3: April 2016

Author: vyduan Pairing: Min Yoongi | Reader Genre: Slow burn, friends to lovers Rating: Explicit Warning: smut, PTSD, depression, self harm, substance abuse, physical abuse, childhood abuse, emotional/psychological abuse Word Count: Total word count 42,627 Chapter Summary: Wherein Y/N gets a visitor from the past.

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Chapter 3: April 2016

Lick it, suck it, flick it with your tongue Until I come, until I come But you never took direction well I sigh and think of someone else - Satisfaction, music and lyrics by Y/N

You make us crave you Want you Give you everything Your pelvic thrusts Your slips of tongue and panting mouth Then shame us for our awakening For our power as we fly You shame us for wanting For touching For riding your face between our thighs We are told we can look but can’t touch What kind of life is this? We are being set up - Idle/Idol Thoughts, music and lyrics by Y/N

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you’re hongjoong’s bias

when you and your group go on idol radio to promote your latest comeback, you don’t anticipate one of the hosts to be completely enraptured by you

⇀ pairing idol!hongjoong x idol!reader

⇀ genre fluff, idol au

⇀ style one shot

⇀ word count 8.6k

⇀ warnings brief mentions of idol life difficulties, food, hugging, kissing, this is basically all fluff

⇀ reactions from the gc “IM GONNA JUMP OFF A MOVING TRAIN” “Ooohhhhhhh Oh Shit” “You love to torment us with this don’t you”

note this is written completely gender neutral, all of your group members use they/them pronouns and have unisex names so you can imagine any type of group, there’s a mention of makeup but all genders wear makeup in the entertainment industry, also here is a little playlist inspired by the group in this fic if you’re real delulu like me

your group, eclipse, had been enjoying your recent promotional period, your fans, lovingly termed starlight, had been working hard to promote your latest comeback and for once your company had been able to do the same. eclipse wasn’t particularly unknown before, you’d already had your first music show win and been recognized at several korean music award shows, but this was certainly your most successful song and mini album yet. you, as the main dancer and oldest, had particularly enjoyed all of the interest from idols that had asked to do the dance challenge with you for tiktok and instagram. it allowed you to meet a lot of people in the industry who you had admired and wanted to get to know before but didn’t know how to approach. of all the idols you had done the challenge with there was certainly one that stuck out in your mind, kim hongjoong, captain of ateez and dj on idol radio.

your group had gone onto the radio show as part of your promotions, something not unusual for you all as you’d been on an episode when youngjae and young k were the hosts, as well as one with joohoney and hyungwon as djs just over a year ago. this time, however, felt very different. maybe it was the nerves from how much more attention your group was receiving that was making you feel a little fidgety in your seat or maybe it was the fact that one of the djs couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of you.

for the first ten minutes of your time at idol radio you’re scared that there’s something on your face, trying to subtly glance at any reflective surface to parse what could be causing someone to pay so much attention to you.

when yunho and hongjoong both seemed to be completely focused on another one of your members, asking something about the recording process for the album, you try to subtly place a hand on the arm of your group’s leader, nuri, sat right next to you.

as you lean away from the microphone in front of you, your leader turns to you, and you breathe out the word “makeup” in hopes that nuri will find whatever smudge caught hongjoong’s sharp eye.

unfortunately, they only shake their head, eyes darting around your face but returning to your own once they don’t find anything. they squeeze your hand gently with their own before turning back to the interview, a subtle gesture to both comfort you and let you know that they will definitely ask why you were concerned later.

as you retract your hand from nuri’s arm, you turn back to face the center of the table, which was conveniently set up so that your and nuri’s seats were directly opposite hongjoong and yunho’s, respectively. meaning that when you turn back to refocus on the matter at hand you instantly notice how hongjoong nervously looks away from you, suddenly finding the side of his co-hosts face extremely interesting.

“so, your latest mini album is called,” yunho begins, looking at the card in front of him to guarantee he doesn’t mispronounce it, “close orbit. this is the end of the orbit series in your concept right?”

nuri nods eagerly next to you before beginning their usual spiel about the members' roles in the creative direction of your group.

often times you’re deemed as the second in command, filling in the gaps your leader may miss, and therefore you’d like to think that you’re pretty good about turning on professional mode no matter the situation. however, from the corner of your eye you see hongjoong’s gaze flitting between you and nuri every few seconds and his behavior has begun to have you a bit nervous, fidgeting with one of the rings your stylist had given you that morning. you desperately try to pay attention to what nuri is talking about but, with the combination of the fact that you already know everything about what they’re saying and the heat that’s creeping up your neck as you try to push the thoughts of hongjoong’s behavior from your mind, you find your own thoughts wandering to hongjoong and his weird behavior.

yunho calls your name suddenly, once nuri is finished, shifting your attention back to the interview at hand and beginning to talk about your involvement in eclipse, aside from simply being a member of the group.

you try not to flick your gaze over to hongjoong too often, who now seems to find the cards he’s surely read over several times before intensely interesting, as yunho acknowledges your skills as main dancer and notes for the audience how involved you are in your group’s choreographic process, which already has a warmth blooming in your chest as you’re aware he’s the main dancer of his own group and you always find recognition from other group’s dancers to feel extra special, but the warmth is quickly transferred to your cheeks only a moment later.

“it’s kind of funny,” yunho starts and you tilt your head in interest as he peaks over to his co-host, “you’re hongjoong’s bias.”

from the look that takes over hongjoong’s face, a mix of shock and embarrassment, and the way he turns quickly to look at yunho with slight anger, you assume that this fact was supposed to stay secret, although you’re partly thankful that you have a seemingly good explanation for why hongjoong hadn’t been able to look away from you since you stepped into the studio.

you’re sure your own shocked expression comes over your face before you’re schooling it quickly, although you hear your maknae, star, sat right next to you, snickering softly under their hand, and you shoot star a quick side eye that seems to remove the humor from the situation for them.

“uh, thank you,” you say with a bow as low as the table in front of you allows, “it means a lot to hear that from a senior like you. thank you for your support.”

“of course,” hongjoong speaks suddenly, mirroring your bow as much as he can before stuttering out a statement about how you’re “so inspiring” and “light up the stage”. his face is getting redder by the second as he digs himself further into a hole but you can feel that your face is heating to match his own.

yunho seems to sense the way he’s pushed the interview off the rails and interrupts to bring attention back to your group entirely and your comeback.

through the next few minutes of the show, you’re noticeably and uncharacteristically distant as you now find yourself to have almost traded positions with hongjoong, subtly staring at him as much as you can manage without drawing immediate attention from your fans or members.

in opposition, hongjoong had now taken to looking at pretty much anything that wasn’t you after yunho had shared his little secret. unfortunately, maybe fortunately, you found that you can barely tear your gaze from the blue haired man across the table.

you were obviously a fan of ateez, being able to appreciate a lot of aspects about their talents and skills, but you’d never really gotten too much into the members themselves, aside from knowing who was who and what they each did. you found that as an idol yourself it could feel weird to try acting like a normal fan of a group, making you almost hyper aware of your own fans and their habits as you would try to focus on just one video that wasn’t related directly to the group’s music or performance.

this had meant that you had no ateez bias, although you knew a decent amount about the members, but now you’re rethinking your whole ideas of being a fan as an idol.

as you think to yourself, you attempt to rationalize the past few minutes, assuming that yunho was just joking around, trying to make fun of his hyung or maybe meaning something different from what your group’s fans meant when they said they biased you. however, every time you’ve managed to start convincing yourself, you’re just reminded of hongjoong’s reaction in the moment his member had said something.

your spiraling thoughts are only serving to distract you and suddenly, feeling a hand on your shoulder to bring you back to reality, you realize that they had started playing one of the songs from your album, letting you and your members grab snacks and wave to the fans through the window. the member with their hand on your shoulder, one of your best friends in the group, eunjae, looks at you with a mix of worry and bemusement, although you hear the slight smirk they wear in their voice as they ask if you’re okay.

you wave eunjae off before you head over to the window, not feeling particularly hungry, and hope that maybe seeing your fans will help to ground you, just as they always do.

as you’re waving through the window at several people with headbands of your and your member’s names you feel a presence beside you, much larger than any of your members. you turn to find yunho near you, not crowding you but obviously intentionally in your space, most likely to draw your attention without suspicion.

“sorry about that,” he says as you turn to him and he gestures toward the snack cart closer to the corner.

you know what he’s doing, trying to make it seem like you two are just talking about the food so as to not make fans question your interaction and so you follow him to the snack cart as you ask, trying not to show any of the question on your face, “about what?”

“making you uncomfortable,” he supplies. “hongjoong had asked me not to say anything but i didn’t think about the fact that he may have been asking that for your comfort rather than his own” yunho says in barely a whisper and you can see a light blush dusting his cheeks.

you’re thankful that your members had basically switched with you, greeting fans after clearing away from the snacks.

“don’t worry,” you reassure. “i'm not uncomfortable, it was more shocking than anything” you tell him, and as you say it you realize it’s the truth.

as an idol you often have to sacrifice your comfort for others but in this moment you aren’t saying it out of necessity but as the truth, and when you glance behind you at hongjoong, who’s intently avoiding all of your members as he also waves to the atiny that are mixed in with your fans, you feel something sparkle in the pit of your stomach. it’s a pleasant feeling, something reminiscent of admiration but more complex, deeper.

you’re not afraid to admit to yourself that hongjoong is attractive, undeniably handsome and, from everything you’d heard, genuinely nice to those around him. you could admire him as a leader and creative, knowing how much responsibility he had and that he still managed to enjoy what he did, but, with both of you working in the industry, dating could be next to impossible.

in all honesty, you’re not sure the last time you’d even had time to explore any sort of romantic interest in anyone, and maybe you were simply deprived of that experience so your brain was running wild with even the slightest exploration of thought. however your company had no dating ban and maybe it wouldn’t hurt to venture into that side of a normal life.

bringing you back to the present moment, yunho lets out a heavy breath and hands you a random piece of candy off the cart that you accept with a slight bow, convincing everyone that might be watching that you were talking about the snacks the whole time.

soon after your interaction concludes, everyone is quick to gather back around the table, taking your seats as your song fades out in the background. the next segment goes smoothly, yunho and hongjoong leading your group in a little game about how much your members know each other.

throughout the game you can’t help but sneak glances at hongjoong, your mind still working through the thoughts you’d had during the break. he appears to be trying hard to not notice you looking at him, but he manages to slip up occasionally and you try to send him a warm, if not slightly teasing, grin each time your eyes connect.

though your original intention with the gesture wasn’t to fluster the man, you find the way he reacts each time to be endearing, the blush returning to his cheeks and even starting to spread up to his ears. every time your gazes meet you feel that same tingle in your stomach begin to spread up to your chest, his expression each time feeding it, and you start to find a bit of comfort in that sensation as you feel like you’re getting to admire hongjoong who you’d been avoiding at the beginning of the show.

you’re starting to have a bit too much fun with this little game you made for yourself when yunho introduces another one of the songs from your group’s album and it starts to fade in, bringing an end to your antics.

this time, as the break starts, you intentionally take a moment before standing, pretending to stretch in your seat and standing slowly as you see hongjoong moving toward the fans out of the corner of your eye. you, as subtly as you can, move toward the fans and in the general direction of hongjoong, trying to get the opportunity to talk to him since he had been shying away from speaking to you ever since yunho’s little slip up. he seems too distracted by an atiny that’s mouthing something to him through the window to notice how close you manage to get.

once you’re sufficiently within speaking range, but not too close, always careful of fan suspicion when you’re in the presence of other idols, you try to casually greet him with a simple “hi” but you’re unprepared for the way he quickly flips around to face you, looking almost like a deer in headlights.

you’re both a bit stuck, just staring at each other before you hear a very obvious fake cough coming from both yunho and nuri that seems to snap you out of it and you each try to play it off with giggles and laughs, mostly for the camera and fans that had been intently tuned in to the strange interaction between the two of you.

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare you,” you say as you move toward the window, pretending like it had been your intention the whole time to simply say hi to fans once again.

“oh no, uhm, i’m sorry, i don’t know why i reacted like that,” he answers shakily with a nervous chuckle and turns back to the fans as well.

for a moment you both just wave out at the fans, genuinely finding interest in those that had come to support you. after what you deem to be enough time of interaction you finally speak up.

“i’m not uncomfortable, by the way,” you mention casually, hoping hongjoong understands what you mean.

“oh, really?” he sound’s surprised, and you peak out of the corner of your eye to see that he’s trying to hold back the surprise from showing on his face.

“yeah,” you admit. “i’m actually flattered,” you add, turning to hongjoong with a soft smile before you move to the snack cart.

you miss the way his shoulders seem to visibly relax and the grin that spreads onto his face as you leave. fan’s will chalk it up to the fact that he was relieved to be a further distance from you, hongjoong being know to keep his space from the idols that come on as guests, but yunho is quick to spot that it looks more like the expression his captain wears after a satisfying performance or successful interview.

your break is quick to wrap up after that, this song being shorter than the one they’d played earlier, and you’re all back to your seats. you start to readjust in your seat, getting comfortable for the next portion of the show, until you’re passed a head mic and remember that you’re going to teach, along with another one of your members, insoo, yunho and hongjoong the point choreography from your title track.

you’re excited to be back in your element, almost forgetting everything that had happened with hongjoong as you and your member run through the choreography to demonstrate before you’ll teach the boys.

the choreography is nothing too difficult, as your company is always sure to remind you that easier point choreo is more marketable, but it involves a great deal of interaction between you and your member, them starting the section standing directly in front of you, and you manipulate them until they have to squat in front of you.

yunho is quick to decide that he will do your part, claiming that because you’re both main dancers it makes sense as well as sighting the height difference, although the height difference between you and insoo is almost negligible compared to yunho and hongjoong’s height difference, but hongjoong doesn’t put up a fight, the gaze he’d had on you at the beginning of the schedule returning with a different undertone, one you couldn’t quite put your finger on.

the choreography wasn’t particularly sexy, your group not one to lean too heavily into those kinds of concepts, but it was certainly powerful and this particular song made you feel confident, considering you got to be center for the point.

you blame hongjoong’s shift on your own perception, but his gaze certainly reignites the buzz in your stomach, now fully formed into butterflies whose wings brush against the inside of your ribs, longing to be released.

you try to shake it off and step into teaching mode, familiar comfort seeping into you as you take on the most usual role for yourself. you quickly teach yunho your part, and as expected he catches on quickly, and insoo tries to demonstrate what hongjoong should do as best they can, although their part is hard to describe as insoo often goes off of your energy and cues.

when he stumbles out of the ending squat to fall on his butt all three of you that are standing are quick to rush over to him but he just chuckles in slight embarrassment before picking himself up and you all laugh together.

“hm what about you try it with him and i can do it with yunho,” insoo suggests quickly, looking like they just thought of the best solution to hongjoong’s learning difficulties.

you’re a little surprised but agree nonetheless as yunho adds that he’s sure his hyung would be fine with that, but once hongjoong is standing right in front of you it’s not so much hongjoong you’re worried about.

you try to back up a bit, trying to give yourself a bit of distance between you two, but are quick to realize that the choreography won’t work if you’re any further apart and so just as you take a step toward the man in front of you he also takes one into you, realizing that you had both started to get too close to the table now behind him.

your hands are quick to come up to his chest before you can fully fall into him and you jump back as quickly as you can, pulling your hands away as though he burned you.

the same look of shock as when you’d come up behind him during the break is present on hongjoong’s face, and he’s glad there are no cameras that face him right now to see it, but all you can pay attention to is the warmth that you had felt on your palms at the contact between you two.

the whole interaction had felt to you like it was minutes long but in reality it was barely a couple seconds, and you’re once again trying to slip back into the dance teacher role as well as you can when you’re so acutely aware of how close hongjoong is to you in this moment. you can just smell the fading cologne he’d applied earlier in the day, a mix of linen and leather that feels like it turns your brain to mush as you try to remember what you were supposed to be doing with him standing in front of you like this in the first place.

his surprise melts to a look of concern as he sees you shake your head, hoping to clear your thoughts as though they were being physically blocked by all your senses screaming hongjoong.

“so you start like this,” you supply quickly, trying to ignore the way hongjoong won’t drop the worried expression from his face.

you need to move quickly, the man in front of you is starting to make you feel dizzy and you aren’t sure your company, or your members, would enjoy you passing out for seemingly no reason while on a live program.

normally when you dance this part, you make full contact with your member but you can’t bring yourself to touch hongjoong completely, partially fearing you won’t want to let go once you do. instead you ghost your hands along the places you might normally drag them and float over the places you might normally grab.

as you move him slowly into the final positioning you’re realizing that it may have been more torturous to avoid touching him then to just give in to your desire to connect with him, every time your skin makes the lightest contact sending a jolt up through your arms and your breath catching in your throat, if for a moment.

“so that’s it,” you nod, trying not to sound as breathless as you feel and hongjoong looks up at you almost expectantly. you’re waiting for him to move, looking back down at him, and you feel his gaze almost peering through you, like he can see every deep breath you’re taking to try to calm your heart, like he knows exactly how you’ve felt for the past few minutes as you tried to teach him the movement, like he knows exactly what he does to you.

it’s kind of funny how you could feel so small compared to a man that you’re currently looking down on but it’s kim hongjoong who’s looking back up at you, in your clouded brain it seems to make sense.

you’re not sure who speaks up but you hear yunho and insoo moving next to you, although the dull ringing in your ears hasn’t fully subsided. you feel yourself, as though in a daze, move away from hongjoong, something you’re not actually sure you even want to do but your body has decided for you.

as insoo reclaims their place in front of you, you’re suddenly aware of the fact that you’d had that entire encounter with hongjoong in front of, not just your friends, but your fans, your managers, and several live cameras. you feel redness creeping up to consume almost your entire face and you’re glad insoo is blocking you. they give you a slight look of concern and you just clear your throat, pushing the thoughts of hongjoong down until they meet the butterflies in the pit of your stomach, taking a breath to urge them to calm down as well.

the rest of idol radio seems to pass in a blur. you’re even more distant than when you were lost in your thoughts earlier, although this time it seems as though your mind is absolutely blank. if you had wanted it to shut up before, now you’re wishing for it to just go, the image of hongjoong squatting in front of you the only thing you can seem to focus on.

you don’t fully come back to your senses until you’re sat in the car that’s set to take you, and your members, back to your dorm, your schedules for the day complete, and although you thought that distance may have aided your situation you were certainly wrong. your mind has taken to replaying the moment you’d shared with him over and over, not sparing a single detail and you feel as though you’re reliving the interaction again as you practically sense the heat radiating from his skin under your fingertips.

“are you, like, good?” star asks, placed once again right next to you. you look at them with what you hope is a convincing smile as you nod gently, before turning back to watch seoul pass in a blur through the window.

that night, you and your members, seven in total, gather to eat the takeout your manager had ordered as congratulations on a good day of promotions and suddenly you feel several pairs of eyes on you.

“what?” you ask, looking between all the members that weren’t currently too focused on their food.

“what was that between you and hongjoong?” insoo asks with a smirk, noddles almost forgotten on their plate.

“what was what?” you ask, trying to will the blush that creeps up your neck away.

insoo rolls their eyes in response, seeing right through your act and very clearly remembering what they had seen when they were stood right in front of you.

“y/n’s crushing on hongjoong,” star sings cheerily before someone’s foot, likely eunjae’s, makes contact with their shin under the table and they hiss.

you scoff at the statement, trying to play dumb to the way all your members were clearly seeing through you. “i do not,” you state indignantly, taking a big bite of your food as you glare at star.

“whatever you say,” star shrugs, a teasing smirk on their face.

luckily the conversation is quick to shift away from you and you’re able to enjoy your meal without any more interrogation.

later that night, as you prepare for bed, you hear a gentle knock on your bedroom door and open it to find nuri.

“hey, what’s up?” you ask, noticing they’re already dressed for bed.

“here,” they say, holding a piece of paper out which you take from their hand with some hesitancy.

“thanks?” you state, although it’s more of a question as you wonder what’s on the slip of paper now in your possession.

“hongjoong’s kakao id,” they say with a nod toward the paper and you blush, clearing your throat quickly. “it’s fine to have a crush by the way,” they continue and your face only grows warmer. “i’d just appreciate it if you'd tell me if you end up dating. easier for me to help.”

you don’t say anything as you just nod your head in understanding, closing your door quickly and pressing your face into your hands in embarrassment.

you place the slip onto your desk, glad in moments like these that you got the only solo room, and debate about adding him. i mean, you hadn’t spoken more than a few sentences to each other, but what could really be the worst that could happen?

you try not to think about how nuri got his id, wondering if maybe they already knew each other and praying they hadn’t asked him for it just for you today, as you add him on your kakaotalk, tossing around ideas of opening messages. eventually you settle on a simple “hi, this is y/n” and send it quickly before you can overthink.

you don’t expect a reply immediately, noting how late it is, but almost as soon as you lock your phone the screen is lighting up with a message back.

hongjoong: hi

hongjoong: i wasn’t sure you were actually going to text me

hongjoong: i mean i know you told me you weren’t uncomfortable but still

a smile stretches across your lips as you realize hongjoong gave his id to nuri to give to you specifically and you scold yourself for being so out of it that he couldn’t give it to you directly.

you: i meant it when i said i was flattered

you: it’s a huge compliment to be admired by someone like you

you try to err on the side of caution. maybe he just wanted to talk to you about work, music and dance, so you tried not to be too informal, ateez and hongjoong being your senior. although you did try to hint that you were interested past a professional, and even platonic, relationship, but it had certainly been a while since you’d flirted with anyone, outside of fan service.

hongjoong: i wanted to ask you something

you: ask away

hongjoong: we have a new song coming out soon and i wondered if you’d be interested in doing the dance challenge for it

hongjoong: with me

you could feel the butterflies awaken inside of you once more, excited at the prospect of being able to see him again and the fact that he asked you specifically about doing the challenge.

you: i’d love to

you: just text me

with your agreement you both wrap up the conversation, bidding each other good night, and you go to bed with your thoughts full of hongjoong and stomach full of butterflies.

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the rest of your own promotional period flies by, successful and rewarding as the support from your fans results in several music show wins and lots of recognition from all over the world. the whole time you try to focus more on work than your recently budding friendship with the leader of ateez, but it’s hard when you find yourself just as excited to end your day and finally be able to message him as you do when you can see your fans or perform. your members have certainly noticed a change in your demeanor, eager to shut yourself in your room to be alone, and some fans have commented about how happy you’ve seemed lately. luckily, your interaction from idol radio is barely recognized, only a few of the usual shippers making theories about your or hongjoong’s behavior that other fans are quick to brush off as a reach.

hongjoong: happy last day of promotions! i hope your schedules go well today

he doesn’t normally text you in the morning but you’d been telling him the night before about it being your last day to promote your comeback and so you check the timestamp on the message to find it was sent around 3am, probably when he managed to actually get to bed considering he’d told you he was working in the studio on ateez’s next comeback.

you shoot him a thank you text back, doubting he’ll see it until he wakes up a little later in the day, and get ready to head out for your schedule.

you were performing on the show again today, a music show that one of hongjoong’s members, yeosang, was an mc on. you didn’t even think much of the fact as you arrived and got ready with your styling team, having interacted with yeosang as an mc during this promotional period already. although as you sat in the hair and makeup chair, ready for the usual routine, a light knock sounded against the door of your dressing room.

after a quick check that everyone was decent, nuri approached the door. you couldn’t see who was on the other side, nuri discussing something with them and bowing as you assume the other person handed them a plastic bag.

you were slightly confused, none of your members or staff having ordered delivery, as nuri closed the door, taking a peek into the plastic bag before heading in your direction.

“here,” they said as they placed the bag onto your lap and you gave them a questioning glance.

“what’s this?”

“from yeosang who said it’s from a friend,” they explain with a wink and you try not to blush at the implication.

nuri walks away without saying anything else and you glance into the bag, seeing a few of the snacks you’d mentioned craving to hongjoong just last night. you push around the items and find a little note, similar to that which had held his id on it, and open it in the bag to avoid suspicion from those around you.

i know how hard it can be to eat during schedules so i hope this can help. good luck today, text me when you win

you try to ignore the way your heart picks up at the thought of him caring this much for you but it’s hard when you know that you’re already so infatuated with him. his confidence in you and your group was also just so heartwarming, something that was certainly making you fall deeper for the man you’d so recently grown attached to.

you munch on the gift as your hair gets styled, a smile unable to leave your face as you debate texting him to thank him. unfortunately you don’t get a chance as you’re thrown into the whirlwind of performing and preparing for a potential encore stage, your group loving to do silly little things for starlight whenever you win.

of course, like most times, hongjoong is right and your group wins for the final time this comeback, celebrating on stage with your fans and members. throughout your encore, your mind drifts to hongjoong, how you can text him and celebrate together.

as soon as all of your members arrive to your dorm, shoes discarded in the entranceway and takeout being served on the table, there’s a sudden ring of the doorbell and half of you freeze. the other half continue on with their tasks as nuri offers to get the door, handing off the serving task to insoo who is more than happy to take responsibility.

“y/n!” nuri calls from the door only a moment later and a few of your members give you a confused look as you shrug and make your way to your leader.

“yeah?” you ask as you approach, turning the corner to see two bouquets, not too large but very beautiful, in nuri’s grasp, the front door closing as you assume the delivery driver leaves.

“this is for you,” nuri says with a grin and you don’t keep the surprise from your features as they hand you the smaller of the two pieces, noting that they are your favorite flowers and spotting the little card in the center.

y/n,

congratulations on your win today. you always look so beautiful when you dance.

hj <3

you don’t try to hide the blush that blooms over your cheeks, your mind hyper focused on the little heart at the end of the message, and turn to nuri.

“what does that one say?” you ask, gesturing to the other bouquet that contains a mix of flowers with your group’s official colors.

nuri turns the bunch to you so that you can read the card.

eclipse,

congratulations on a successful comeback,

ateez

you nod as you turn back to the flowers in your hands, nuri pushing past you to join the other members in the kitchen. you can hear them explain who the flowers are from and mentally thank nuri when they don’t mention your personal bunch.

you manage to sneak the flowers to your room before you head back out to the table for dinner, shooting hongjoong a picture and a quick thank you.

hongjoong: i’m glad you like them

hongjoong: and i meant it, you looked breathtaking today

you suppress your smile as you read his response, trying not to catch the attention of any of your members, but you glance up to see nuri looking at you with a knowing, if not approving, smile.

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you’ve been following ateez a little more closely now, their newest comeback, bouncy, releasing just last week and doing amazingly on the charts. you’d been sending hongjoong little things like snacks, coffee, and meals to keep him motivated and show your support and he’d been showing his appreciation by sending you pictures of him eating or just selfies of him during schedules.

you were certain that your relationship was headed in a more romantic direction as you both became more bold in your texts. you’d also begun video calling when you were able, sometimes just doing your own things while you were on a call together.

you were eager to possibly try taking the next step and actually go out on a date but with ateez still in the midst of promotion you understood that hongjoong’s free time was limited. so you left it up to him, not pressuring hongjoong by asking him out or even alluding to wanting to date.

“do you know the challenge or do you want me to teach you?” hongjoong had asked one night when you were on video call.

he’d brought up your promise from months ago to do the challenge and you assured him that you were still interested.

“i mean i sort of know it just from watching it a bunch, but if you want to teach me i’m not opposed,” you said with a cheeky shrug and hongjoong grinned.

“i don’t have to teach you babe,” he says with a light chuckle that sends a shiver down your spine.

that was another thing that had started recently, the pet names. hongjoong had accidentally referred to you as “babe” over text one time, rushing to apologize when you had taken just a second too long to respond, but you assured him that you weren’t upset just trying to be able to actually think again when the name had short circuited your brain.

“fine,” you said with a roll of your eyes. “i want you to teach me,” you admit with a slight wine. “there, happy?”

he chuckles again with a nod and an “okay” before you’re setting up the best day for you to meet at the kq company building, having to end the call soon after so that he can actually get some sleep.

the next few days have you on edge as you anticipate being able to see hongjoong in person for the first time since your appearance on idol radio. you even plan your outfit a day in advance, feeling almost like you’re going on a first date as you ensure your hair and makeup are perfect.

“have fun,” nuri says with a knowing wink as you leave your dorm and you don’t give them your normal embarrassed look, too focused on the excitement of seeing hongjoong.

you arrive at the kq building right on time, a staff member greeting you in the lobby and taking you to the practice room where you’ll be doing the challenge. you’d seen this same room plenty before on video, ateez dance practices being one of the few contents you’d watched before getting to know hongjoong.

“he should be here in a second,” the staff says, glancing at her phone, and you nod with a grin.

“its fine,” you assure. “thank you.”

just as you start to observe the room a little more, looking around and comparing it to your own practice room, the door opens and hongjoong enters.

even though you’d seen him on your screen almost everyday for the past week, nothing can compare to the way he looks in person, especially since he’d changed his look. atiny had been going crazy over his newly silver hair and you were no different, texting him how much you loved it as soon as you found out.

“hi,” he says with a smile as soon as he spots you.

you reach out your hand and repeat his greeting, bowing as you shake hands to imitate a sense of formality in front of the staff member.

you don’t want to let go of his hand but you pull away anyway, taking a step back to put some distance between you two and hoping to calm the urge that bubbles in your chest to take him into your arms.

“so, would you like for me to teach you the challenge?” he asks and you bite the inside of your cheek to stop the laugh that builds in your throat at the question, knowing you’d already asked him to teach it to you a few days ago.

“yes please,” you nod and hongjoong gestures so that you can move toward the mirror.

honestly, the choreography is pretty easy to pick up, especially since you’ve watched it so many times already, but you relish in the way hongjoong watches you and decide to just mess around with him a little. it couldn’t hurt to ask a few questions you already knew the answer to right?

“so, is it here or out here?” you ask with an innocent quirk of your brow, placing your left hand out, palm flat and moving it back and forth between two positions.

you see hongjoong’s eyes narrow just slightly, as he had clearly seen you get it right the first time, and you know he’s picking up on your little game. his eyes flick to the staff member in the room, noting that she’s on her phone in the corner, looking away, before he takes a step toward you.

instead of just answering your question he reaches around you, keeping his body on your right and wrapping his left arm around your back to grasp your elbow. he moves your arm into the proper place and you feel his other hand place itself on your waist. as you try to focus on anything but the way his fingers press into your skin he leans his head down slightly, enough so that you can feel his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear and across your cheek.

his proximity has your heart pounding and you almost hope he can hear it, wanting him to know that what he’s doing is working. you want him to know that this is exactly what you wanted, that you wish this is how close you could have him all the time.

“right here,” he says, barely a whisper, and just as you start to lean into him, longing to be completely consumed by his warmth, he steps away and his presence is replaced by the cool air that blows through the vent above you.

you clear your throat as you try to shake away the lingering warmth his touch left against your skin and slow your heartbeat as you go back to rehearsing the movements, for real this time.

you try to ignore the smirk that paints his face as he watches you practicing, a blush painting your own cheeks that starts to match his the longer he stares.

“okay, i think i got it,” you say after a few more rounds of practice. “what do you want to do for the outro?” you ask. “or do you just want to end it after the ‘fly’?”

you turn to hongjoong who looks around the room in thought.

“we could do the ending pose from moonbeam,” he suggests, referring to the title track you’d been promoting on idol radio, and you’re taken aback for a moment.

you’re not so much shocked that he would suggest something to do with your group but that he would choose that pose specifically. it would normally involve you and eclipse’s main vocalist, gam, standing while everyone else sat around you, leaning on each other. you and gam would be staring just past each other as your right arms were tangled in front of you in a sort of love shot position.

“oh, sure,” you say taking a moment to picture you and hongjoong in that position and your blush darkens. “i guess.”

“we don’t have to,” he says, sensing your hesitation. “we can do something else.”

you shake your head as you reassure him, “no, no, it’s fine.”

hongjoong just nods and you run through the challenge once more, practicing the final pose as well and trying to not let the proximity that the pose forces you into affect your face, of course you have no control over how it affects your heart and mind.

“great,” he says, mostly to himself, before calling over the staff member who directs you where to stand and prepares the shot.

the shooting of the challenge itself goes well, you both switching easily into professional mode even if you can see his eyes watching you through the mirror the whole time. you do a few takes, allowing the company to pick whichever they deem best, before you’re done and thanking hongjoong and the staff member for their time.

“oh,” hongjoong perks up before you can begin to head out. “i got you a thank you gift for doing the challenge but i left it in my studio.” he turns to the staff member and asks, “would you mind going to grab it?”

she nods before making her way out of the room, leaving you and hongjoong alone.

your eyes follow her as she leaves but before you can even turn back to hongjoong he’s pulled you into a hug, arms wrapped securely around your waist as he looks into your eyes.

“hi,” he greets with a chuckle, absolutely beaming as you snake your hands around his shoulders.

you giggle in response, your expression mirroring his own, as you finally get to see him how you wish you had for the entire time you’d been in his presence.

“i’ve been waiting to do this for the last half hour,” he says, practically reading your mind.

“so do you actually have a thank you gift or was that just an excuse?” you ask with a tick of your head to the door where the staff member had disappeared.

he looks almost offended as you ask, a humorous disbelief shining in his eyes. “of course i have a gift,” he says and you can hear a slight whine lacing his tone.

“of course,” you say with a chuckle and a shake of your head.

“i would’ve invited you to lunch but the staff would’ve been suspicious,” he adds, “so this is the next best option.”

“i can feed myself you know,” you joke, truly more than happy to have hongjoong buy you meals.

“not if i can help it,” he insists, wrapping his arms tighter and pulling you closer.

you don’t fight against him, your chests now pressed together as you simply wade in the comfort that surrounds you both.

you debate about leaning in and pressing a kiss to his cheek, wanting to feel the soft skin against your lips, but you don’t. instead you let your cheek fall to his shoulder, resting your head against him and letting the scent of his cologne wash over you.

“what are you doing tomorrow?” hongjoong asks, one of his hands starting to trace along your spine, his fingertips leaving goosebumps in their wake.

“mm,” you hum in thought as you try to remember your schedule. “we have shooting until five and then eunjae wants to watch a new movie,” you say before lifting your head from his shoulder. “why?”

he lets out a breath and his hand comes to a stop on your back, both of his hands gently holding either side of your waist. the smile he gives you seems nervous now, not quite reaching his eyes.

“i wanted to ask if you’d like to get dinner with me tomorrow night,” he explains with a gentle squeeze of your hips. “but if you’re busy we can do it a different night.”

you shake your head quickly, face red and smile as wide as your lips can manage. “eunjae can wait one more day for that movie,” you giggle and watch as his own smile grows.

his hands move from your waist and you start to pull your own arms away when his palms are suddenly on your cheeks, holding your face, and your own hands fly up to cup his. neither of you speak as you glide your hands down to wrap your fingers around his wrist gently, his thumbs brushing against your cheeks as his eyes flick between your own.

“can i kiss you?” he asks, trying to see any form of discomfort that might appear on your expression.

“yes,” you respond and before you even finish he’s bringing you into him, lips pressing against your own as softly as he can.

it barely lasts a second before he’s pulling away, his eyes once again searching your own for any hint as to how you’re feeling.

“again?” he asks with a smirk when he notices your lips still puckered and chasing his.

he doesn’t wait for your response this time, diving back into you with an eagerness that challenges your own.

his lips move in sync with yours, one of his hands shifting to the side of your neck and the pads of his fingers pressing into the skin there, sending a shiver down your spine that you're sure he notices by the way you feel him smile against your lips. hongjoong hums gently, the sound vibrating from his own chest to yours and causing you to melt into him further.

you try to pour all of your appreciation for him into the kiss, desperately grasping onto his biceps like he might just vanish at any moment. you hope that he can understand just what you’re trying to tell him, that in this moment, and every moment you’ve shared, he’s made you feel normal. when you were with him, talking to him, you weren’t an idol and neither was he, you were both just you, human and flawed, and in love.

he pulls away after a moment more, placing a few light pecks against your lips before separating completely, and you try to chase his lips again but his hold on your cheek keeps you in place. instead, he presses his forehead against your own, eyes closed as he focuses on steadying his breathing while you flit your gaze around his face, trying to commit each feature to memory.

after what feels like an hour of just existing in the comfortable silence that has engulfed you both, hongjoong pulls away from you, his eyes opening slowly as his hands return to your waist, your own grip on his arms loosening.

“so tomorrow?” he asks, biting his lip before you bring your thumb up to pull the flesh from between his teeth and he places a gentle peck against your finger.

“it’s a date,” you confirm, leaning in to place a lingering kiss to the corner of his mouth.

he smiles and says, “i’ll text you,” before he takes a few steps back, forcing you both to separate and you immediately miss him even though he’s still stood right in front of you.

only a moment later the staff member from earlier is stepping back into the room, carrying a bag of your favorite delivery food and making a beeline to you.

you bow in thanks when she hands it to you before doing the same to hongjoong, showing your formal appreciation for the gesture, and the staff member is offering to guide you out of the building.

you’re quick to bid hongjoong goodbye, worrying that you might never leave him unless you go now, and the staff leads you back out the way you came in.

as soon as you make it back to your dorm you feel your phone buzz in your pocket, a text from hongjoong lighting up the screen.

hj<3: can i officially say i’m dating my bias?

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note this started as delusional texts in the group chat based on the specific instagram photos in the header and turned into this

tell me your thoughts

Treasure || 01

Warnings: smut implied, swearing, mentions of mating and bonding, taking pills

Pairing: Jungkook!BTSHybrid x reader!Hybrid

Premise: He wants to be your treasure.

Author’s notes: This kind of came out of no where, but this is my first time with a hybrid au. I want to get batter at it, so I may come back and redo this later haha, Heavily unedited, I'm tired.

Should I do a part two????

masterlist || part 2

“That’s a wrap!” The director yells from behind the camera.

Finally being able to break out of your stiff posture, shoulders dropping, arms stretching above your head. A groan escapes your body as you feel your muscles relax. Turning to the members of BTS, they are all buzzing with excitement, bringing an end to their busy schedule for today.

The group and yourself say thank you’s and goodbyes to the staff as you are ushered back towards the hair and makeup rooms, chatting amongst yourselves as you make your way.

Making sure to avoid Jungkook's gaze, you opt for walking out a step or three in front of the group. Jungkook trailing closely behind you, but still maintaining a cautious distance.

Jin walking next to you asks if you’re still on for lunch next week. You say yes. He asks if you can come to the company to meet him then you can leave for lunch together. He has work scheduled in the morning but is free after. You agree as you’re off that day already.

You all enter into the change rooms. Changing back into regular clothes. Finishing in the bathroom you head out and over to your duffel bag from the day's schedule.

Casually scanning your phone and talking to Namjoon, with Jungkook standing awkwardly nearby but not engaging in the conversation. You’re waiting for your manager to tell you your car is ready.

The others finally emerge from the other restrooms and changing rooms.

Yoongi mentions Jimin's change in smell. Signalling Jimin's impending heat. Jimin grabs the bottle of suppressants from the counter, not thinking much of it. Announcing that he’s taking one, you not paying much attention. The rattle of the pills pulls your focus, realizing that they are your suppressants. Panicked, you run over to him.

“Jimin NO!” You slap the pills out of his hand before they can reach his mouth.

FOr only a moment, all you can hear is the scattering and breaking of pills on the floor. Confusion hanging heavy in the air.

“What was that?” Jimin asks, eyes large from shock.

“You can't take these. You’ll have to find someone else to lend you some.” You choke out. This isn’t how you wanted to bring up this topic. Hell this alone would lead you to finally tell them everything. Everything…. That’s something you weren’t ready for anyone to know yet.

“But-“ Jimin tries.

“Y/n, the car is ready” Your manager calls from the door way.

“I’m really sorry Jimin. I promise I’ll explain later.” You offer an apology with a smile. He smiles back assuringly, but his scent tells you something different. Fear, for a tiny second he was afraid of you and your outburst. He tries to hide it, but you catch it. Not only his. Fear seeped off of everyone in the room...everyone except one.

Only one person has never shown any signs of fear while being around you. Just knowing that, made heat pool in your lower stomach.

“Oh-ok…Jin!” Jimin redirects. “Do you have any on yours?”

“Yea, let me grab them” Jin chimes up brightly. Releasing comforting pheremones into the room. Clearly trying to relax predator and prey alike. ANd it does work. It always works.

Jungkooks eyes are the only ones that linger on you. Worry evident as he chews on his bottom lip, doe eyes following you around the room as you grab your stuff and follow your manager out.

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Making your way into Hybe, waving at fellow idols. You text Jin that you’ve arrived, he responds that his work is taking longer than expected and asks if you can wait a little while. You say yes and tell him you’re headed to the cafe.

The discomfort on your body grows, body feeling heavier with every step. You took double suppressants this morning, as you could feel your pheromones going into overdrive. Your 5 senses focusing on everything, like they were searching for something..or someone. You guessed it was about time for your heat. You had messaged the guys in the group chat about going into preheat the night prior. They all insisted it would be fine as long as you took your pills, reluctantly you agreed.

Turning down the hallway before the cafe, the heat in your stomach grew into an inferno. You don’t get a chance to think about what’s going on when you run right into Jungkook. He catches you in his arms. Your scent sends a flash through his eyes. His own scent explodes from his body. Your cold skin feeling unbearably warm, under his large hands. Lungs filling with his intoxicating smell, almost losing all control right there and then. You shove away from him with enough force to make him falter to his knees. You can’t stop your body trembling as you look down at him. Staff members begin running over to him, while you make a mad dash away from him.

Forcing yourself to focus on Jin's comforting scent you run in his direction. He’s coming down another hallway, away from the cafe. He was looking for you there, but couldn’t find you.

“Jin!” You yell, throwing yourself in his arms.

“Y/n?” He manages to catch you just in time. His scent filling your lungs, making your mind refocus.

“Jin I need help, my heat-” Choking on each word as you force yourself to blink back tears in your eyes.

“Oh my god.” He holds you close as he’s hit with your scent. FIghting back his own rising instincts to your body calling every unmated man to you. T claim you, mate you.

“But how did you go into heat? You just started preheat last night? It’s not possible.” Jin gasps. Arms still latched around your waist.

“Yea I know, thanks. I need you to get me out of here.” You whisper to him as you hear footsteps approaching. You can smell the two males before they were even close.

“Wait y/n’s in heat too?” Namjoon questions from behind you. You try to peel yourself off of Jin to look at them. “Oh god, your smell-“

“What do you mean? Someone else is in heat?” Jin pulls away from you to look at the others.

“Jk burst into a full blown rut. They’re taking him to a rut room. Or at least trying to. He’s really fighting it. I’ve never seen him this aggressive before.” Jimin explains, eyes shaking as he stares at you. His instincts are screaming at him to go to you. But he, along with Jin, are doing their absolute damnedest to control themselves.

A scream is heard throughout the building, instantly you all know who it’s coming from. Pain shoots thorough you, stomach returning to its previous inferno. Clutching at your stomach you almost topple over, but regain your balance. Jin stares at you concerningly, but the realization hits him all too quickly.

“…oh my god y/n!!! Your preheat triggered JKs rut and his rut started your heat.” He states, alittle too loudly for the now pounding in your head.

“Fuck, I know! Trust me I know. That’s why you have to get me out of here!”

“You’re seriously still fighting this?! That poor boy has been pining over you for months and this is legitimate proof that you guys are meant to be and you’re still trying to get out of it? Why? Why is this so hard for you to accept?” He protests angrily.

“I cant. I cant be with him. I cant let him mate with me.” You sigh, once the pain lets up.

“What would be so wrong with that?” Jin demands, arms crossing infront of his chest. You can feel the annoyance surging through his scent.

“He’s only a bunny, Jin” You say slowly, staring at the ground.

“You’re really using that predator and prey bullshit?” Hands going lax at his sides, his blatant emotions in the air shifting to disappointment.

“No!” You look at him frantically, only to be met with a fresh wave of pain, Jimin catches you in his arms. You try to regain your thoughts and continue to explain. “Not only is he a bunny, he’s an idol. An extremely famous, well sought out, millions of people want to be with him, idol.”

“Don’t use his fame as an excuse.” Jin spits out between clenched teeth. He’s seething now. He can’t believe you would stoop so low to use his breed and status as excuses to force him away from you.

“It’s not-I don’t know how to explain this well.“ Leaning against Jimin for support. You breathe deeply before standing your ground and looking at your closest friend straight in his eyes. Unwavering. “I’m a dragon. What do Dragons do?”

Searching his eyes for understanding, but all you’re met with is confusion.

“We covet. Our greed is unmatched. Illogical. We are possessive, and greedy. If I mate with him, I’m more likely to lock him in a room for the rest of his life, never letting anyone see or hear him again. Or even worse, I could kill him. I don’t have control of the obsession. It’s not that I don’t want him, it’s that I’d want him too much.”

Now able to look at all three males, its time, even just a little to let them truly in.

“Why do you think there are so few dragon hybrids left? We’ve driven ourselves to madness. We’re uncontrollable. Why do you think my suppressants are so lethal to other hybrids?” You make a pointed look at Jimin, recalling the incident a week prior.

Jungkooks scream breaks through your vulnerable moment, crashing pain into your body and mind. Your legs give out, but no one is fast enough to catch you. You're sitting on the floor, trying to maintain deep breaths as opposed to the panicked shallow ones your body wants to give into. You can see the men infront of you visibly struggle. The pain is starting to turn into a lust, you won’t be able to hold off for long. Looking up into the faces of the males, your misty eyes, lips open, red flush creeping up against the blue tinted flesh of your body and the smell of your now leaking arousal is breaking them, all stagger back to be able to breathe again.

“I’m mated and her scent is starting to affect me.” Namjoon states, hand covering his mouth, trying not to breathe you in. “We have to do something. Quickly.”

“Is there any way you can help him? Without mating him?” Jimin asks desperately.

“Can you hold yourself back enough?” Namjoon questions.

“I-I don’t know. I don’t think that’s possible” Forcing your mind to think about the situation at hand and not the 2 unmated males in front of you. Their scents slowly creeping into your already hazy mind. Your eyes racking over their bodies, half lidded cobalt eyes now taking over your normal colour.

“Muzzle…what about your muzzle?” Jin stammers out, ripping his gaze from you.

“Huh?” Namjoon and Jimin shout in unison.

“I can't guarantee I won’t try to take it off. I’ll be too far gone in a frenzy to care about the pain.” The muzzle was made for your heats. You became dangerous during your cycle, and the only thing that kept you away from tearing out the throats of your guardians during that time was your muzzle. Made with a metal that you yourself could not open, searing your flesh on contact. Impossible for you to take off without help. Well when you weren’t driven into a mate induced heat. There’s only one place that could possibly hold you, and as much as you didn’t want to go back there. It was the safest option.

“We can't risk it.”

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“Honestly if you were to tie him up in your apartment to keep him for yourself he’d be thrilled.” Jin states as he continues to look around the tiny one room you’ll be staying in.

“This isn’t funny.” You snap at him.

The pain and heat between your legs had lessened enough for them to get you here, with help from your guardians of course. The farther distance you had from Jungkook the better. His scent no longer intoxicates you, but still lingering on your skin from where he touched you.

“No it’s not. That boy is so absolutely smitten with you, if he knew you wanted him this badly he’d be the happiest man on the planet.” Jin gestures to your cold prison. Cement walls, floor and ceiling. Steal bars over the only window you had. A metal cot, with what looked like a metal prison toilet was all that was in the room.

“He’s not a child y/n. He understands the gravity of what you are. And he still wants to be with you.” Namjoons soothing voice coming from the doorway.

“He isn’t thinking about it for the group though. I’d need to be with him 24/7, or else I’d lose it. I would probably kill someone if I wasn’t with him. On tours, interviews, shoots, filming, even just on days off, I'd never be able to be apart from him.” You exclaim, exasperated facing the window, away from them. Why weren’t they understanding the gravity of you mating with Jungkook?

“He has, y/n. He brought it up to all of us before. He’s already asked us about it.” Jimin offers hopefully.

“What?” Turning to face them, unable to hide the shock from your face or in your scent.

“He wants you to be with him all the time. He’s needy, whether that be the bunny in him or if that’s just jungkook, who knows. But he wants all that. With you.” Jimin opens up more about their Bunny maknae.

Thoughts reel through your head, you force them out with a shake. This is safer. This will keep him safe. This will allow him to continue to live his life freely. Unbound to an obsessive, dangerous hybrid.

Muffle voices come from the hall outside, your guardians announcing that they had to lock you in now.

“Are you sure about this?” Jimin tries one last time, beggin you to return to Hybe. Be with his friend. Stop you both from feeling this pain. But your resolution is set. You’ve made up your mind.

“No. I’m terrified.”

Between Jungkook's freedom and your life. You’d pick him every time.

You give them a reassuring nod before they step out of the room, the steel doors closing behind them. The locking mechanism ominously echoes against the concrete of the walls. Locked in. There’s a window, allowing you to look out, but it’s lined with steel bars as well as you’re 18 stories up. Hopefully it can hold you long enough for his rut to pass. This isn’t the first time you’d been locked in here and it probably won't be your last.

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“It’s been over a week and Jungkook is still locked up in that rut room.” Jin shouts angrily at you. “What the hell is going on? What aren’t you telling us?”

Silence.

“I understand you wanting to be quiet about your heats and the possibility of being Jungkook mate, and even the potential dangers. But THIS.” His patience is running thin. He couldn’t bear to see his maknae in so much pain, and for so long. “this is too much. What is happening to him?!”

“I’m not…sure.” Finally finding your voice. “This isn't a normal heat for me. This is something so much more intense, the waves. The pain.”

“If his rut is connected to my heat, we might have a really big problem.” Perched on the side of your cot, you stare at the ground. Running through your options of having to explain your complicated heats. A topic you had a hard time understanding yourself.

“-what.”

“I don’t have regular heats. They don’t show up every few months, as spouts of ‘needing to breed’, waking up from horny induced relapse.”

Finally making eye contact with Jin.

“I’ve taken suppressants every day of my life Jin. Every. Day.” Eyes pleading with him, pleading for something you don’t even understand. “It’s like being in preheat for your whole life. The suppressants take the edge and pain away.”

“But before-?”

“What you felt. Hell, what everyone has felt is my preheat while I’m on suppressants. They can't stop my heat, they just dull it.”

“Wait. How is that possible? We’ve known you for almost a year and we’ve never had an issue before?” Jin is completely bewildered. Nothing was adding up anymore. He thought he was confused before but now? Oh hell, he was really losing it.

“I haven’t gone into heat since knowing you.” Your voice drops to a whisper. Alot was still unknown about your kind, with so few of you left it was almost impossible to be observed. Especially with many of you dying so young.

Jin's face pales. “When was the last time you went into heat?”

“Three years ago.” Voice barely coming out in anything more than an exhale.

“THREE YEARS?!”

You flinch.

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“Noona, this has been going on too long. It’s been two weeks. They won’t let him out until he shows some sign of breaking through his rut.” Jimin chews on his bottom lip, the only smell lacing his scent is concern.

You can’t help but shudder at the thought of Jungkook alone in a rut room. Begging for release. For you. You can only imagine his crisp scent bursting tenfold, mixing with unbearable lust and need. You feel a heat pool between your legs. The room filling with your own lust scented pheromones.

“You’re not doing that much better..” Jimin mumbles, breaking your train of luid thoughts. Shifting uncomfortably against the wetness soaking your underwear.

“I’m doing the best I can.” You sigh.

Namjoon and Jimin exchange looks. Exasperation leaves your body, a deep throating whine leaving your already falting focus.

“Look- I’m doing everything I possibly can to stop myself from tearing this city apart to get to him. He’s haunting me. Every day, every hour, every minute and every second.” Your body begins to tremble at how easy it would be for you to break this country, if it tried to stand in your way.

“He’s across town?” Namjoon questions.

“but I can still hear him…smell him…taste him in the air.” “If you don’t lock me in a box and bury me 50ft under, I’m about ready to make a run for it.”

You all hear a loud banging from outside the room. The locks screech as they are being unlocked. You all stand there completely dumbfounded. But in your shock you're too slow to realize the scent seeping from the hallway.

“THAT’S IT.” Jin screams, as he bolts into the room, throwing one of Jungkook's sweaters at your head.

You don’t move. You let it collide with your face. Instantly the smell hits you, body clenching around nothing. Slowly you peel it away, grasped in a death grip. Eyes glowing cobalt, blue shining from the back of your throat from your chest, ice breathing creeping from your mouth. This smell. Jungkook’s smell. His rut lingers on the fabric, engulfing your entire being.

Before you can regain your humanity, you lurch backward, sweater in hand, as you pull off the metal bars from the window, throwing the broek steel and cement to the ground. You throw your body through the glass window, landing on your feet 18 stories bellow. Pain shoots up from your feet into your calves and knees, but it doesn’t stop you. You take off running in the direction of his scent. Passing people on the sidewalk, crossing busy streets not bothering to check the lights, jumping over cars stopped in your way.

Lungs screaming for breath as your make your way into the Hybe sanctioned building. You’ve slowed to a walk. The predator in you coming out, your instincts setting you into a prowl. The guards of Junkgooks door don’t try to stop you as you walk up to it, slowly inhaling the dangerously strong scent fighting it’s way out from behind the locked door. You turn the lock, slowly opening the door, not stopping your steps as you’re falling immersed in it. Someone from outside closes the door behind you. Slumping back against it, your senses are fully taken from you, you close your eyes allowing yourself to drift. The air is thick, only made worse when you hear the bathroom door clock open, the air now almost choking you.

“Noona..?” Jungkook’s feeble voice breaks through your thoughts. Still leaning back on the door, you slowly peel your eyes open. He’s wearing nothing but a loose pair of nike gym shorts. Your mind begins to drift back, eyes following the curves of his sculpted chest, broad shoulders and slim waist. Mouth running dry as all the moisture in your body migrates to your underwear once again. You can almost feel it running down your legs.

“Kook” You plead, for something you’re not sure about. Reality hitting right then and there. “No, I need to go. I need to leave”

You make a weak attempt at turning around to leave the room.

“No Noona!” Jk shout, tears falling out of his beautiful large brown eyes. Angrily staring down at your feet. “Why won’t you let it be me? Why can't it be me? What’s so wrong about me?”

Panic risen. Your urge to soothe and comfort him is almost overwhelming. Almost.

“I want you kook.” You finally admit out loud. His ears perk up, his glassy eyes finally looking at you again. “But I can't have you.”

Tears continue to silently fall down his face. He questions you silently.

A wave of his rut hits him again, he staggers back catching himself against the foot of the bed.

You scream in pain as your insides feel like they are being twisted around a branding spike. Your cool skin is set ablaze. Thankfully the door keeps you up right.

You see the look of realization hit him, but you barely have the energy now to dismiss him. He takes a step toward you on shaky legs. He watches your pupils dilate.

Another step, your eyes bleeding to cobalt. Legs shaking uncontrollably.

Another step, the blue glow from your chest and throat begin to shine anew.

“Don’t.” You plead.

“Noona let me be the one.” Another step. You have become the prey.

“Let yourself have me.” Another step, the chilled mist falls from your mouth. Now you really do feel it sliding down the inside of your thigh.

Now he’s standing right in front of you, less than an arm's reach away.

“Let me be your treasure“

masterlist || part 2

For real though, do let me know any and every critic you have! What you think I should change or what you liked about it! And please let me know if you want a part 2.

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TREASURE || 02

Warnings: smut. I REPEAT SMUT, swearing, mentions of mating and bonding.

Pairing: Jungkook!BTSHybrid x reader!Hybrid

Premise: He wants to be your treasure.

Authors notes: AH I did it, part two!! This is my first time writing full smut, so just brace yourself folks and I’m sorry if it’s terrible. Regardless let me know what you think so I can always improve in the future!!

masterlist || part 1

Your eyes roll back, closing slowly as he takes a half step. Bodies inches apart, he rests his forehead against your shoulder. Arms coming up, placed on either side of your body caging you to the door. The heat from the contact sinking into the t-shirt covered scaled shoulder. Inhaling your dragon breath, lust wracking through his bones, causing him to shudder.

You're no longer able to fight against your instincts. No longer wanting to run, but for this prey to be forever yours.

“You want to breed me bunny.” Your voice comes out in a low seductive murmur. You look down at him.

Jungkook, let's out a whimper. Hands clenching against the door.

“Want to fill me with your scent, until I only smell like you? So there could never be another.”

His chest begins to rumble. He shifts his weight, so he’s able to peer up at you. Cheek resting against your shoulder. You’re met with glassy eyes.

You stand up straight, breaking contact. You bite back a whine as his heat leaves your skin.

Slow blink. You grab his chin firmly between your thumb and index finger, really forcing him to look at you. He needs to understand what he is asking of you.

“This won’t be fast bunny. This will be slow. Agonizingly slow.” You guide. “Can you handle that?”

He nods his head frantically, eyes pleading. But continues watching you intently.

You release his chin, hand slowly gliding down his slightly damp neck. Hands traveling over his chest and abdomen. A sweat droplet catches your eye as it slides down his chest. Without a second thought, you drop to one knee, hands resting on his hips. You bring your face ever so close to the escaping liquid, it’s stopped in its travels catching on the skin of his upper abs. You lean in, tongue extending out of our mouth to collect it. His body tastes like pure bliss. Flavour explodes through your every sense. Savouring the taste, you let your tongue travel up, following the trail it left behind. Over his chest, up his neck to his jaw line.

You weren’t kidding when you said it would be so painfully slow. TIme slips away, becoming irrelevant. Whether time had stopped or no longer existed, neither of you could tell. Your dragon instincts wouldn’t let you rush, at least not the first one.

You look at his face. Eyes squeezed so tightly shut, he was seeing stars. Holding his breath, body shakes slightly as he fights with himself. His bunny instincts would be screaming at him to be in you, pound into you over and over again, filling you each time. But that’s not what you needed for now this was for you. And you are sure to return the favour.

“My delicious, sweet bunny Koo.” You sing as you lift your hands, cupping his cheeks. He’s still leaning on the door, towering over you. With shaky breath he opens his eyes. You reach up, and drag your tongue over his partially open lips. His pupils dilate, breathe hitches. You lick again, this time letting the tip of your tongue slide past his lips and then back out again. He regains his ragged breathing. Focusing on your repetitive, teasing tongue. A whimper escapes his throat.

Shifting back, you poke out your tongue, waiting for him to respond. He slowly opens his mouth wider allowing his tongue to partially hang out into the warm thickly scented air. You stare at his tongue, hands sliding from his cheeks to his sides. Nails digging into his skin slightly when you see saliva ascend down his limp tongue. Reaching up again, you wrap your tongue around his, collecting all pooling saliva before it can lay to waste on the floor. You milk his tongue. Feeling his muscles tense under your hands. His scent growing muskier by the millisecond.

Capturing his lips fully in yours, he lets you take the lead. He follows your movements, your slow purposeful movements as you explore his mouth with your tongue. Your dragon breath escapes you, out of your mouth and nose. He swallows it down. Just as you are swallowing his moans.

“Touch?” His voice sounding so distant and innocent.

“Mm” You hum in response. His hands dropping from beside you, now skirting the hem of your shirt. Thumb dipping under to feel your blue scaled hips.

His hands trail higher under the fabric following the path of blue. Refusing to part your lips, even for a second you lean forward back fully off the door. You don’t need to say anything. Everything he already knows.

Your shirt is lifted up over your head, dropped to the floor. Now forced apart, he rests his forehead against yours, warm breath sweeping over your face. He’s staring down at your scaled collarbones, the blue on your hips circling your abdomen and slightly dusting your ribcage. No ones ever seen the extent of your scales before, in all their bareness. Until now. Worry does spike in you momentarily at how hard his gaze is on them, face gone blank, you are unable to read him anymore.

“Bunny?” You ask meekly.

“Beautiful” He mumbles almost to himself as he lowers himself to his knees.

Being face to face with them he can see the ocean colour of blue that they are. How they catch the light and look as though they are dusted with gold. His large hands move back to your hips. He watches his fingers glide over them, fascinated with the way they feel against his skin.

You're staring down at him, afraid to ask him what he’s thinking. He senses you staring, leaning forward he kisses your scaly abdomen before looking up at you.

“Beautiful.” He states again, this time loudly with a fierce bite to his word. He looks again at your body, leaning forward resting his nose on you he inhales deeply before licking over your ribcage. His need to feel the soft texture against his tongue outweighs everything. The need for you to understand just how much he loves all of you. Not just the parts you show.

Your breath hitches as your head comes in contact with the door behind you. How can one bunny be so intoxicating? So overwhelmingly everything. All consuming. He grabs the waistband of your sweatpants. You regain your balance and unplaster yourself from the door.

Unsaid instructions are clear in these moments. He deliberately, slowly drags your underwear down with your sweats, lifting one foot after the other to remove them from you fully. The scales on your hips drop lower, scattered around your pelvic bone.

He can’t stop staring. He wants to taste you so badly. Wants to lose himself in your core. He can already smell how wet you are, there was no denying how aroused you were. He Himself mirrors your lust driven mind with just how rock hard he is.

Without him noticing you reach back and undo your bra, discarding it like the rest of your clothes.

“Bunny” You breath, catching his attention. He’s subconsciously leaning towards your center. The gravity of you, making it unable to resist on his own. Threading your fingers through his hair to soothe him. “Later.”

His dark eyes scan your face, did you not want this too?

“We can do that later.” You chuckle at his jittering features. “Right now, I need you in me.”

With that he stands abruptly, pushing his body flush against yours, mouths reattaching. As if they had been lost from each other for eternity. He grunts at you, telling you to jump. And you do, his hands catching under your butt as your legs wrap around his slender waist. Pulling you away from the door, spinning you both around. Lips become numb in the cold of your breath and force of your neediness. Walking you both over to the bed with ease, he lowers you down on it. You scooch back, head now resting on his pillow. You watch him as he stands at the foot of the bed, sliding his shorts down, his erection springing free and slapping himself on the abdomen. Your mouth waters at the sight of the deliciously naked, godly sculpted man in front of you. A whimper erupts through your body, his warmth too far away from your own.

Moving as if on cue, he crawls up the bed, over you. His tongue licks at your lips. You open your mouth accepting him again. You can feel his length gliding against your inner thigh. Unable to wait any longer you grab a hold of his tense biceps.

“In. Now.”

Reaching between the little space between your bodies, he lines himself up with your wet entrance. You make eye contact one last time before he pushes into you, head falling against your collarbone.

Stilling himself finally fully inside of you. Hips bruisingly pressed into your pelvis. His restraint wanting to snap, he is so close to delirium now. Feeling your body react to him, on the inside. Walls wrapping around him so perfectly, clenching and twitching at the feel of him.

“My good bunny” you breathe into his neck. Humming with the slow burning pleasure your dragon is relishing in. You can feel his whole body shake in want for you. The want to start pounding into you. “You’re doing so well.”

Your breath comes out just as ragged as the man above you. His arms are shaking, attempting to hold himself up on his elbows. You wrap your legs around his waist. Pulling him painfully close. Hands running over his back, glaring over the sweat pool that he’s accumulated. Feeling every ridge of muscle and tendon that tenses and relaxes.

Dragon breath ghosts over his skin, forming goosebumps.

“Bunny” you moan, bringing your hands up to his head to force him to look at you.

His face flushed, sweat dripping from his hair that’s almost jabbing him in his eyes. His pupils are completely blown, the reflection of your crystals mesmerizing. His beautiful lips hanging open ever so slightly, trying to catch his breath. You lean forwards allowing your exhale to be filled with only the icy fog of your dragon breath. He closes his eyes inhaling as deeply as he possibly can. Wanting to have you completely envelope his whole being.

Your mating wasn’t purely about release and breeding. Dragons mate with a soul purpose of connection. Connecting on every level for as long as possible. And he was fighting against his instincts to give you everything you needed. Everything you wanted.

Seeing the desperation in his eyes. The commitment to you and your dragon. Everything you’ve ever wanted was here. In this man, this prey. Your bunny. Your jungkook.

“Jungkook.” His sight was trying to focus on you and not on what his instinct and body was telling him. “Bite me.”

His eyes widen as he registers your words through his lust filled haze. You shift your hold on his head, to lace your fingers through the hair on the nape of his neck. Pulling his head down, his lips grazing your skin, where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Y/n” He whimpers against you.

“Claim me Jungkook.” Your words coming out beggingly. This was right. Instincts or not. Heat or not. This was right.

You feel the heat pool in your lower abdomen as you feel his teeth scrape along your skin. The tension and pressure building to your orgasm as he licks the spot he’ll mark you. Now was your time to whine.

“Please.” You beg. And with that one word he sinks his teeth into your shoulder.

Your walls clench unbearably right around him as your orgasm hits you. Every muscle in your body twitches as you let out a loud moan of his name. He laps at your skin with his tongue when he feels your body begin to relax. Your vision slowly returning.

Your body twitches involuntarily around him. Still very aware of how he hasn’t moved at all. Except for the slight twitch he’s reciprocating inside of you.

He whimpers painfully. Still holding back, but now clearly in so much pain.

“Ssshh my bunny. It’s ok.” You stroke his hair. Nuzzling into his cheek. Scenting him, causing a growl to leave his chest.“Your turn. Take me Jungkook. Pound me. Let me bite you”

All self restraint he was holding onto broke in that instant. He slides his hands under your body, putting his pull weight on top of you, holding you still to him. He pulls out of you almost all the way, you moan at the sensitivity, and he slams back into you with a force you’ve never felt before.

He slams back into you over and over again. If it wasn’t for his good on you, you’re sure you would be banging your head against the headboard by now. You untangle your legs from around him, allowing him to use full motion with his hips. Spreading your legs wider, letting him finally take from you, instead of giving to you. But even this, this which is something your dragon instincts should be hating you for, is sending indescribable pleasure through you.

A deep low rumble vibrates through your chest, signalling him that everything he was doing was ok. It wasn’t only him enjoying this. You didn’t think he could go harder, but your bunny is full of surprises. The strength and speed at which he was sliding in and out of you…you could swear he was the predator.

Your mind slowly becoming mush, unable to focus on anything but the sensations Jungkook was making you feel. Looking directly into his face, pleasure as bright as day offered for you to see. He couldn’t hide anything if he wanted to. His face, his terrifyingly strong scent, his uncontrollable movements, his everything screamed at you.

His own eyes showing little to almost no sign of coherency. Breathing through an open mouth, as saliva ran down his chin. You were quick in catching it with your tongue before it dripped off of him. Tongue tracing its path to his mouth. His lips wrapped around your tongue, wanting more of you. Your slowly conjoined lips contrast with the harsh connection of your lower bodies. Swallowing the saliva he poured into your mouth, you relished in his taste, puffing dragon breath into his lungs as his reward. Tongues dancing together in a wet icy, need for each other. Only to be broken for him to choke on a sob.

“close”

You could feel the swell of him. He was feeling impossibly larger, harder.

“Me too” walls beginning to clench down on him again.

“Please-“ You could never say no to your bunny again. “Bite me.”

The predator coming out in you again, eyes flashing a stronger crystal blue. You force his head to the side aggressively, and without any preparation or warning your fangs pierce his skin. Sinking deep into his shoulder. His orgasm crashed into him. Body violently shakes, but he keeps thrusting into you. Determined to milk this orgasm. His first one with you. This was what he wanted since the day he met you.

Your second orgasm not seconds after his. His warm cum shooting inside of you, painting you his. Even when you thought there was no more room inside of you, him already making you feel so full, you can see your body expand at the amount of cum that’s entering you.

As a dragon you should be worried. There’s never this much. But your dragon was in love with a bunny, and it loved this more than anything else you had ever experienced before.

Coming down from your high, your body feels like lead. You’re unable to move.

Jungkook slowly pulls out of you, slipping off your body to his side, flush next to you. He stares at your face, wordlessly he brushes stray hair away from your face. His eyes travel to the bulge in your abdomen, hand making its way to the mound. Gently he rubs over it, curiously.

“Is it always this much?” You break the silence. Honestly you were very curious about it.

His hand doesn’t stop petting your stomach, doe eyes shining. “No..not that I know of”

“Of course it isn’t” You laugh, nothing was ever gonna be normal for you two. Guess you were both gonna have to get used to that fact.

His gaze slides back up, lingering on your new found mate mark, nose scrunching up in excitement as he looks into your eyes.

“I love you y/n” He chirps at you.

“I love you too, Jungkook.” A smile breaking out on your own face.

He rolls around on the bed behind him. His body vibrates with happiness at your words. You chuckle at how cute he is.

“Y/n” his tone turned serious as he turns to you again. “How long do dragons take to recover?”

Clearly, round 2 was already on the bunnies mind. As a bunny he could go multiple rounds with a short rest period. Dragons however generally had a longer rest period than most hybrid animals. As female dragons' bodies held onto their partners cum in higher chances to get pregnant, instead of the male knotting and forcing the cum in, the female's body did so on its own. Normally lasting 30 minutes, up to 2 hours.

“I’m not sure? When-“ You're not able to finish your train of thought when you feel as well as hear your body release it’s hold. A dam being released in your body as Jungkook's cum spilled out of you like a release river. Your stomach mound shrinking dramatically fast.

You start to laugh. “Apparently now.”

Jungkook had watched the pool of his cum gush onto the bed. Just seeing that made him rock hard again. He bounces in place, finding himself on top of you again. This time you are guiding him in. Smiles plastered on both your faces.

This was gonna be a long heat.

💜♾💜♾💜

“Noona you reek!” Jimin exclaims annoyingly as he opens his window in the back of the car. “There’s so much Jungkook on you I feel like my brain is gonna melt out my eyes and nose”

“Must we be so dramatic?” You roll your eyes at him. Smiling over at your sleeping mate in the passenger's seat.

“He’s not wrong y/n-ah” Jin chimes in from behind you. “Your scent has drastically changed since mating. It’s really strong,”

“Neither of you had to come.” You remind them. Looking back in your rear view mirror briefly to give them a glare.

“If you think we weren’t gonna be here for this, you have another thing coming.” Jin comments dramatically.

“There’s no way we’d miss this! We did so much to get you two together!” Jimin complains “I don’t know how he can sleep I’m so fucking excited!”

“You guys just got back from tour, and I just got back last week from a shoot. He’s allowed to be tired” you smile to yourself, scent spiking again.

“UGH, when does the honeymoon pheromones wear off? It’s been 3 months” Jimin continues to whine.

“For dragons I think it’s a full year. Then it settles down.” You tap your index finger absentmindedly on the steering wheel. Your excitement spiking when you see the street name you were looking for.

“I don’t know how you kept this a secret.” Jin exclaims excitedly. “I don’t know if he’s gonna survive this surprise.”

“If he can manage through bonding and then being separated, I’m pretty sure he can handle this” Jimin huffs, arms crossing over his chest.

“Fair point. How about you y/n, I know it's more difficult for you.”

“I’ll admit it can be painful sometimes, and I’m still not sure how… but I’m ok.” You sigh pulling into the new apartment complex. “We’re here”

Pulling up to the underground parking, you roll down your window leaning out to use your keycard. Driving through the open gates to your designated parking spot.

Undoing your seatbelt you stroke Jungkook's arm.

“Bunny..” he hums at you. “We’re here”

His eyes shoot open abruptly. Frantic eyes shoot around his surroundings.

“C’mon” you nudge him before getting out of the car, him following close behind. Interlacing your fingers together, he chews on his cheek still trying to decipher the surprise.

Leading all three boys to the elevator. You click on the top floor. The ride up was silent, but the bumbling energy all of you were releasing was deafening. Which confused Jungkook even more.

The elevator doors open, revealing one suite.

You unlock it with a passcode, holding the door open motioning them all in.

Jungkook looks around the apartment noticing how strong your scent is clinging to the walls, and the furniture….some of it is yours from your previous place, but some of it he doesn’t recognize. Wide doe eyes scan over every inch, the comfy new couch, the stocked kitchen, the floor to ceiling windows, the view. Sniffing the air, he smells something that isn’t yours. He disappears into a room to find it.

You stand in the open living room with Jin and Jimin.

“And?” You ask smuggly.

“Noona this is amazing!” Jimins excited energy bursting from him.

“Did you get everything ok?” Jin's hushed voice reaches your ears. And hopefully not the bunny’s.

“I think so….” Now it’s your turn to be nervous. What if he says no?

Jungkook abruptly bursts back into the room.

“Y/n” he shouts excitedly at you, running over to you picking you up in his arms. “My computers are here!”

“I figured if I held your computers hostage you’d have to agree” you laugh as he peppers kisses all over your face.

“This is your new apartment.” He states, setting you back down.

“And hopefully yours too, Jungkook, if you say yes?” You mumble shyly.

“YESYESYESYESYESYES” He's jumping up and down now, jumping over the coffee table, bounding over the couch. Bunny zoomies. Still as cute as ever.

“Hyungs did you hear?!” He crashes into them, knocking all three of them onto the floor.

“Yes kookie, we're in the same room. We heard.” Jimin laughs

“Yaaaah now get off of me!” Jin yells at their youngest.

He jumps up running back over to you. Hugging you again, leaning in for a longer kiss this time. But only to be broken by the buzzer for your front door being rung.

“What’s that?” He asks.

“That would be for us!” Jin smirks “the other guys are here, and they brought all your stuff kook”

He bounds away excitedly to the door.

“Really? He hadn’t even said yes” raising an eyebrow at the pair.

“Please, if you knew just how much he talked about you while we were away.. there’s no way he'd say no” Jin laughs. Jimin groans in annoyance at recalling the late night whines and rants jungkook would make him sit through.

You smile to yourself. Never in your wildest dreams did you think you’d find this. You’re very own treasure.

masterlist || part 1

Seesaw Pt.3 Yoon Y/n American Korean idol rapper and dancer who’s been dating Min Yoongi of kpop super group BTS for almost 2 years now has faced many obstacles in her 22 years of life but as of lately her life couldn’t get any better .But you know what they say it’s always the calm before the storm.

Seesaw Pt.6

Yoon Y/n American Korean idol rapper and dancer who’s been dating Min Yoongi of kpop super group BTS for almost 2 years now has faced many obstacles in her 22 years of life but as of lately her life couldn’t get any better .But you know what they say it’s always the calm before the storm.

Seesaw Pt.7

Yoon Y/n American Korean idol rapper and dancer who’s been dating Min Yoongi of kpop super group BTS for almost 2 years now has faced many obstacles in her 22 years of life but as of lately her life couldn’t get any better .But you know what they say it’s always the calm before the storm.

(idol yoon y/n x min yoongi) (bts x y/n) pt8

Yoon Y/n American Korean idol rapper and dancer who’s been dating Min Yoongi of kpop super group BTS for almost 2 years now has faced many obstacles in her 22 years of life but as of lately her life couldn’t get any better .But you know what they say it’s always the calm before the storm.

Thanks..here is other request...the reader is the leader of a new girl group from bighit ent (i forgot their new name lol) and she is under a lot of pressure bc of it so Junmyeon her bf in secret ofc notices this and tries to give her some advices but she is very stubborn and leads to confrontation sometimes cause shes like "stop treating me like a child i can have the control of my own group" and that stuff...but later she realizes she is making mistakes of how she is towards her members and changes for the better,,basically the reader grows up emotionally and Junmyeon is there for her,,and the confrontation well is just to show that this happens in every relationship and not everything is perfect;)

Hey, thanks for your input..

I got a bit of a different idea from your suggestion, so I will be making a sub masterlist about Suho and an Idol Reader called Maya...

Hope you like that.. I will be posting that a little later since I have a few tests coming up now..

Love,

Vero

⑉ Party For One ⑉

│Vox x Idol! Reader│

𝚂̷𝚢̷𝚗̷𝚘̷𝚋̷𝚜̷𝚒̷𝚜̷: (Y/n) was once an overlord, dominating the music industry with their talent and the souls they captured along the way. Then Vox came into their life and stole their heart with his big dreams. Everything was great for the lovers at first, then Vox wanted to team up with other overlords for more power. Vox became obsessed over his work, and with also looking out for the other Vee's, (Y/n) begins to realize that maybe they were never part of Vox's plans. They decide that it is time to start again and leave Vox behind.

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〣Featured tracks〣

You Need Me Now? │Single Soon │ Party For One

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It's been centuries since (Y/n) felt what it was like to be in power. They remember fondly of the countless nights where flashing lights hung above them, sweat clinging to their skin as they danced with such grace, and the warm buzz that ignited as the adoring screams of Hell carried in their ears. Though they would never admit it, they miss the opportunities of meeting sinners envious of their fame, only to take such demons under their wing, and mold them into their own image. What a perfect world they had created.

There was a time back then, where they did wish to slow down. The life as an idol is one of constant movement. You always had to be on top of things, avidly working with other big names to get your own out there. Along with the rising pop stars that (Y/n) had contracts with, things got pretty cumbersome. They loved the work they did, and it wasn't that much different from the earthly realm, but they couldn't even still themself in death.

No one, however, caught (Y/n)'s interest much like Vox did. He rose quickly to fame himself, the technology equipped under his belt top-notch compared to what was used in Hell before. He consistently improved what needed to be worked on, and (Y/n) quickly realized that making a deal with him would benefit their institution tremendously. They got the privilege of meeting him in an overlord meeting; Though Carmilla was ambivalent to accept him as an overlord at first, with some persuasion from younger lords such as (Y/n), she reluctantly invited him.

It wasn't love at first sight like the rumors claimed it was, but there was an undeniable click between the TV man and the famous idol. They enjoyed each other's company more so than any other overlord would do for another; it was like they were tied at the hip at times. The understanding between them was silent yet profound, and they aided each other whenever needed. Both of them were powerful on their own, yet unstoppable together.

(Y/n) wasn't fully aware that they were in love until the moment Vox showed them a tour of his first establishment, a proud smirk and rascally delight flickering in bright colors across his monitor. It was that same moment too, that Vox turned to them and proposed that they stick by his side for the rest of their damnation. Vox was never clueless then on how they felt, and he offered protection and power as long as they felt comfortable being linked with his name. (Y/n) wanted so badly to settle down from their busy lifestyle, and with a ring on their finger uniting them to someone they held dearly, they decided to remain in Vox's shadow for decades to come.

Vox was never a poor lover to (Y/n), and the first few years will always be held with care in their heart. The honeymoon phase never lasts as long as people would like it too, however. With gaining power comes the burden of responsibility, and as Vox grew as an overlord, so did his need for more satisfaction. Vox had asked his lover their thoughts on alliances, and wanting to see their husband expand his influences, (Y/n) encouraged him to seek it out.

Soon enough, the Vee's were formed, and the company Vox built with (Y/n) became that of a fortress. The nooks and crannies that (Y/n) grew accustomed to expanded into long hallways, and the small foundation that held Vox's love for them began to brittle and decay. The other Vee's were nothing but white-collared towards (Y/n), as they too in way, helped the two find their pedestal among sinners. There was no connection like that with Vox though, and (Y/n) quickly began to feel lonesome in a promised life of luxury.

Vox became neglectful; choosing his work over them most days. (Y/n) knows that it didn't mean he didn't care, but the gifts presented in opulent wrapping and silk bows began to mean less than nothing to them as nights without their lover continued. They saw more of his business partners than him, and though they aided the three whenever they could, the overlords opted to keep their projects to themselves.

(Y/n) began to feel restless from the interminable stillness that became of their life, and the rejection they felt in their own home made them feel small. They tried to bring up these issues with Vox whenever he decided to be present, but there was always a carelessness in his actions. His mind never wandered far from work, even if his other half was with him. (Y/n) held out longer than they should have with the shell of a man they used to know, the pleasant reminiscence that they held tightly of him beginning to dull out like that of a dying light.

They began to remember the distant pleasure of their idol existence, which felt like a forgotten reality from the many years of isolation, when watching from Vox's balcony as the Vee's were rehearsing for a big convention coming up. The extravagant costumes, the bright fluorescents, even the skimpy dancing, it all hit (Y/n) in the most amazing way possible. Soon enough, they began to dream for a new life again. This time, however, Vox wasn't going to guide them so easily.

(Y/n) left without a word to their lover, only choosing to gift Vox one last thing garnished in a simple blue velvet box; the ring he gave to them. Word got out quickly as (Y/n) began to sign off new sinners for fame, the habits from all those years ago coming back as if they never stopped pursuing it. Though (Y/n) hadn't been in the spotlight for some time, and the music industry went through many changes since their fall, the encouragement of their re-found wanting pushed them to do the impossible. They found connection with overlords they had established relationships with from long ago, and finding the need to become empowered again, (Y/n) was expeditious in striking deals that would benefit this. Even though the Vee's had a big grasp on the media industry, it didn't stop (Y/n) from finding opportunities to outshine them.

Velvette and Valentino immediately took notice of the traction their compeer's former partner gained, and though they knew they should've confided in Vox on what his run-away lover was up to, they couldn't pass up their chances of ascendancy either. (Y/n) remained vigilant in keeping their distance from the three, however, they granted the two their attention for mere amusement, and made simple deals with them for the sake of efficiency in the industry. Velvette became one of their many designers while Valentino's stars were given permission to be taught under the idol.

Though (Y/n) kept up with Vee's, it was nothing but professionalism. They never took up too much time with them, only choosing to do so for work, and Vox never came into conversation. (Y/n) was sure that he was keeping an eye on them, his control of technology impossible to keep under the radar. It's not like they really tried to hide themself from him either. Every now and again, they think of him, but they try not to dwell on it too much. After all, if he really wanted them back or felt embarrassed by the whole situation, he would've shown it by now. He very well had the power to destroy them if he wanted to, cursing their name and all that they stood for. The pride in (Y/n) told them that it was their dedication and luck that brought them back to where they were before Vox, but a smaller part of them also wondered why it seemed too easy. Was it truly the influence they had in Hell or was something else behind the scenes at play? Perhaps they will never know.

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Random Ideas I've Had For Batfam

Writer's block is the only reason I've yet to post any of them

1) Idol! Reader x Batfam

This is one of my newest ones, where basically the reader would be a tired, overworked idol in an industry full of talent. Their attention span would be that of a goldfish so in order for batfam to get them to actually relax and take some time off (which they can't do any of that but whatever) the batfam would use their attention span against them.

Leading them away slowly but surely from the toxic idol life and instead trying to get them back into the real world.

2) Batfam x Reader - The bats are from a different universe

Where basically reader lives in a universe where heroes don't exist and one day they phase into reality. Coming out of nowhere and for some reason no one is questioning a single thing.

Almost everyone you know has these alrmtered memories of those vigilantes or villains and you just can't seem to understand how the world changed so drastically over night.

You somehow gain their attention, you know from nearly freaking out every time their in your proximity (as vigilantes) or when you start noticing the questionable things occurring in your universe

Like ripples in time, or holes in the ground that when looking inside of it lead to another universe. The world eventually ends with only you and the vigilantes being left and you start to put it all together.

(Basically its kinda was supposed to be like Rick and Morty, where if they destroy their own universe they just skip to another one and in the end they end up having to take the reader with them)

3) Batfam x Five Hargreeves! Reader

Long and short of the story, your an overworked sidekick. Batman seems to have this idea that your the key, that your powers would be extremely useful in his nightly crusades so he trains you. Day after day your worked to the bone and then you snap.

Why can all the other kid sidekicks get to live their lives as normally as possible but your stuck training day after day to do something you don't even want to do? Your muscles are screaming and your on the verge of passing out from all the strain your training had on your body so when your desperate, tired mind comes up with a way to put all of this to a stop you decide to do it.

You use your powers to send yourself into the future, thinking that it will permanently separate you from your daily hell... and it did, just not how you were expecting it to.

(Then basically you return to the past and in the same body you left in with the mission of saving the world, the batfam slowly uncover your secrets and after a while confront you about it.) Like about how you were an assassin

4) Damian Wayne x Child! Reader

Funny idea I got from a tiktok audio where reader is a church girl and they meet Damian during morning mass. He's covered in blood, clearly looks like he'll jump at the next thing that moves in his peripheral but your a kid, you don't care.

You immediately become friends (that's how you see it in your mind) sneaking him out of the church while your parents aren't looking because he asked you to, well more like demanded you to but a friend is a friend. He'll keep secretly inviting you out, somehow finding your parent's house and showing up in the middle of the night to whisk you away.

Not for the purpose of hanging out. No no no, your his cover. He camouflages well when your around, your bubbly, childlike demeanor hiding his intense and dark intentions. And that's a good thing when it comes to his missions, his mother doesn't seem to care about your presence in his life so for now he'll just keep you around.

Your parents are a bit apprehensive about your friendship with him and only when they find out that Damian is Bruce Wayne's son is when they finally accept your friendship. (After Damian meets Bruce)

They finally allow you to hang out with him and you finally get to meet his "irritating" siblings that he for some reason always goes on about and they're just staring at you like.

How did you become friends with their rat of a brother?

A little dialogue I had:

"How did you meet our brother?" Dick's trying to seem as sweet as possible but your entire outfit could light up an entire city, your parents have you dressed like a disco ball and it's not doing you any favors.

And you know, these nocturnal vigilantes aren't really used to such bright light.

"I met Dami while I was in church" you answer sweetly, it's clear that the difference between the two of you is night and day which us honestly a breath of fresh air.

"Oh really...?" Dick's smile tenses, I mean who would expect Damian to go to church, let alone be at least 15 feet near one.

"I was there to kill the pastor" he just simply states.

"You were there to kill the what?!" Boom, reality shattered. Innocence gone, now you know why you haven't been seeing Pastor Malcom as of late.

Alsooo bonus for idol!reader,

What if they took Peter to a kinda nice restaurant (not like a rich people restaurant but a lot nicer than like a Denny's or something) because he helped them with some schoolwork and Peter is like SUUUPER happy and excited because he's def delusional and totally thinks it's a date

But then he realizes..

How tf are they gonna pay for this stuff???

So he's like "oh I can't get that much, I don't wanna use all your money" and reader is just like "dw I have enough" and he's still super nervous but reader insists it's fine so he finally gives up and when the check comes he's low-key ready to book it out of the restaurant cuz there's NO WAY they can pay for all of that

and then reader pays for it all and leaves the waiter/waitress a really big tip

and that's how he found out that his obsession was an idol :P

Ok because I imagine peter being his totally chatty usual self and he is like talking about a mission or smthing with details and all

And while this is happening he notices the waiter leaving like the bill of your food on your side

(Peter was absolutely utterly disappointed there where no chicken nuggies)

And so he notices that and then becomes aware of your surroundings ( he would be looking around all confused noticing the chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the expensively dressed costumers)

He freaks out bc yes he has came in those type of super expensive restaurants again but with Mr stark and he has money

' how much is it?' he would demand his bubbleness cut short. He has to call Mr stark to take care of this

' don't worry about it' you would wave him of , calling the waiter

He would then snatch the bill and seeing a total of 134 dollars he would freak( honestly what would someone even eat to make that big of a sum????)

Then he saw you pull out one 100 dollar bill and one 50 dollar one

The waiter came by and you sweetly told him to keep the change

All the whole Peter was having a complete inner mental breakdown

' wha- how do you have so much money??' he would ask dumbfounded

You were both mere teenagers after all and even though the sum wasn't something unreachable, it seemed unreasonable to spend such an amount of money at food when you could go out shopping or do something else

' money isn't a problem Pete ' you smile at him walking out of the door with him trailing closely behind you ' did you think my tours gave me nothing?'

'tours? What tours?'

Asks are always open<3

And that is how Peter found out that the reader was an idol(how he didn't know is a question for the ages)

This came out longer than intended but here we areeeeeee

Idol reader x yandere

Imagine like idol reader is a really forgetful person . So when the yanderes bring stuff they never told them up , they are not even confused.they just go with it. Its just ....

And also I imagine all their songs having soft tunes but then , when you really listen I them , you realize it is talking about murder or equality or has even sexual themes( kinda like tv girl ig??)